Windy days are menacing
filled with wrath and scorn.
They're totally abandoned
just waiting for a storm.

A rain of retribution comes
for the things you've left undone.
Accused, but not acquitted
forgiveness never comes.

Nothing left to do or say
you’re life has come unspun.
Nothing you do ever seems to help
you're on your very own.

Life itself is suffering
learn to deal with it.
Generate some patience
and it might really fit.

She frequently left questions behind her answers
so, I stopped asking them.

I don't know if she used the concert tickets I left for her,
the ones I purchased for us before we split,

but I know for sure she used a piece of my heart,
without question.

Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer,
(a married heterosexual doofus, –
whose alter egos
named and highlighted courtesy
Gallant and Goofus) attones
to heat these lovely bag of bones
amazingly graceful human specimen
more so than required to generate clones,
whose jibber-jabber feeble poetic words
crafted for no particular rhyme nor reason
analogous to babbling drones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans

I want to thank you for all the empty promises,
for the hot air full of birthday wishes.
Living vicariously through daddy-daughter dates
how I wondered how it felt to be daddy’s princess,
to be the apple of your eye: your first concern and interest
is something I desperately yearned for.

Down at Rose Creek Park
lying on your side.
An overdose of heroin
has taken your sad life!

Your body pale,
your bloodied wrists,
the full moon in your eyes!
Last night a drifting derelict.

Don't think about
what might have been.
There's magic written
in the midnight sky!

What's mine is yours,
what's yours is mine.
We'll be there by and by
to carry out your lucid dreams.

I found that old wedding photo we lost
behind a doll in our daughter’s room.
Russian, as it happens, the doll that is -
I can read some significance in that:
so full of themselves, they miss the bleeding
obvious. I wiped the dust from off its surface,
made you 21 again and placed us

There’s something effortlessly beautiful about you,
The way you smile and show me off,
The way you say my name like I’m a holy figure.
You love me like no one else can,
And I love you more than I’ve loved before.

If I was starstruck in love with my past lovers,
I am sunstruck in love with you.
Your smile radiates so much warmth,
I can’t help but bask in it.
I’d stare at you forever,
With nothing to dull your shine.

Of a different world
We barely have water

It's hard to carry our pain

It's hard to lift
Now we just go on

I miss my puppies

I miss myself
But,did I ever really know her

Time robs

Snitches, snitches get stitches
They’ll say whatever it takes to get out of deep ditches
They’ll talk about whoever they can and rat out
It’s a blame game for them when they're trying to chase clout

Snitches will sing like a canary up and down the scale
They will tell the tale like their loyalty is up for sale
They have no allegiance when it comes to their squad
Blabbing on just about everyone and swear on God

I prefer to craft a poem
for no rhyme nor reason
expressing heartfelt pleasure
to our highly refined palate
versus presenting tasty, yummy
and zesty nutritious snacks
exuberant feedback courtesy Tik Tok.

Aside from harkening from Semitic stock
me and the missus
relish those (Katz) gluten free pastries
they give us the oomph to rock
and similar to powder milk biscuits
give us strength to do what needs to be done.