club hoppin’….

club hoppin'

two am
staring
at the patterns
on the ceiling
the mind
asserts
they’re
just passing cars
the heart
says
they’re
souls
quivering in the night
frightened beings
searching for what
remains
of hope
groups
of souls
in the darkness
attempting
to piece together
broken promises
before morning/s sun
reveals
how desperate
and
vain
the task
has been

you got nothing…

you got nothing

the brown bag prophet
was taking in
the day’s beauty
while standing
near the edge
of the city park
when
a gold-chained
young buck
reproached him
commenting on
his
poverty
the brown bag prophet
said
i generally
don’t discuss
such issues
with those
who are still
wearing the chains
of slave masters
but
you’ll be
my
exception
you
pursue
the bait
of wealth
like a fish
just about
to swallow
the worm covered hook
ignorant
to
the consequences
of actions
me
everything
i value
is free
and
provided
by the almighty

dream state…

dream state

darkness
holds its breath
as you peer into
the broken window
of your day
memories
of events
are
as fragmented
as shards
of glass
piercing
your dreams
had you but…
a
phrase
you repeat
throughout the night
but find
no way
to complete it
so
you wake
to continue
the nightmare

you really didn’t say that….

your really didn't say that

i had just
stopped by
aunt bea’s
and
was relating
a problem
i was having
with a friend
of mine
i said
she always wants
to pay
for things
i
just want
to have things
balanced
you know
what I mean
i could see
aunt bea’s eyebrows
rise
just above the borders
of her
reading glasses
oh
she said
that
accountant syndrome
where
relational spreadsheet columns
must always
zero out
my dear
friendship
is not about
balancing
the books
at the end
of the day
it’s about
love

night rose…

night rose

when the mind
retreats
from the day
and
each sound
steps onto
center stage
then
the petals
of the night rose
begin
to bloom
by
moonlight
petals
hold
more than
memories
spirits
have been found
to live there
warm breaths
of lovers
and kisses
as well
gentle embraces
ah
i sense
your doubt
of these things
but
if you wake
in the darkness
take a moment
and breath deeply
and
you will see
that i am right
and all
will be gone
by first light

once a simple tune…

once a simple tune..

one
two
they’ve got no shoes
three
four
hate’s closed hope’s door
five
six
horror flicks
seven
eight
peace is late
nine
ten
they’ve killed again
eleven
twelve
dreams to shelve
thirteen
fourteen
isl’s courting
fifteen
sixteen
senate’s bitching
seventeen
eighteen
online dating
nineteen
twenty
life’s plate’s empty