"Fuck it! be frank!!" Meri stood five eight
filling my doorframe
"Sure Deth" (she fucking hated that fore
shortened mention, reminded her of her
father whom fucked off politely when she
was four..I'd heard the story over many
a bottle of jack and black cherry cola)

Merideth
your reminding me of marybeth
save the gloom and doom
as you savour your exotic rage
that seeps down walls and
fills my rooms

Have you ever stopped and wondered,
Just why a tear drop falls,
Or ever sat and pondered,
The existence of us all,
I have often sat and thought this through,
There atop my horse,
It is my belief that life is like a river true,
One that must run its narrow course,
Irregardless what we do,
To stem its flow to sea,
It dances toward the blue,
And we won’t just let it be,
Always trying to stop it,
To slow its progress down,
Never thinking to take a hint,
As it runs us to the ground,

I can’t write anymore,
No love poems today,

I’m stuck in this rut,
With no plan of escape,

I feel like a puddle of mud,
On this imaginary driveway,

I don’t want to move,
Just laze away all day,

I won’t write a thing,
At least not today,

But I’ll be up all night,
Working away,

And not a single line,
Of these useless rhymes,
Will make a poem,
No way.

You Poet

I can imagine you walking along side the boulevard
all alone, in the lap of nature,
which does each one of us nurture,
to the quietude of some symphony
in the far off distance,
perhaps Nigeria,
playing a tune of dismal melancholy,
awaiting the snowflakes to melt
upon your shoulders
as others all slumber in peace,
within their cozy comfy vaults
and
dreaming of what looks outside
like a storm,
as you traverse in real form.

With a 40 ounce in each hand
seemingly announcing her very age,

she more than likely felt much older
but we're all on a different page;

she breathed life in just like her cigars
deriving pleasure from each hue,

causing her world to seem so, colorless
except of course for her "shade" of blue.

She loved unconditionally, like any Mother
with a generous nature, with which to share,

explaining why she had so many friends
who miss her, and who really care.

"Hey let's go and hunt some deer!
on this early winter day
I've got a place not far from here
Let's go dad! What do you say?"

Sitting there he cleared his throat
"It seems," he said, "I'm catching cold
If they hear me cough it's all she wrote
We'll go before the year's too old"

Another week, the cough was worse
that damned cold wouldn't go away
I asked again, The" No "was terse
"We'll go again another day"

WINTER CHILLS
[inspired by Puccini's aria "Languide Carezze" [TOSCA]

WINTER CHILLS

The sky was frozen
sapphire still
and the sunlight pierced
through a sudden winter chill.
the days are getting colder
the Palm trees will not dance
tonight
In warm southern breezes

I turn my lights to dim,
sit in my easy chair
and for a moment
stare
into memories hidden
somewhere
in my mind

Why didn’t you tell me
long ago
what I now know:

they were like mini dreams
run through the mill
ideals crushed
delicate

structured
disciplined

stood there with her
mittens flexing
her spine bent
back looking up
at the black looking
back down

"Think God's in?"

I could hear the sizzle
of the high test utility
lines

"I don't know honey, If
he is in he's probably
busy hustling up business
cause we need all them
angels now"

Would you love me if I lived?
Would you love me if I died?
Would you love me if I was the only one who survived?
Would you love me if I crashed?
Would you love me if I burned?
Would you love me if I had nothing at all to give in return?
Would you love me if I failed?
Would you love me if I cried?
Would you love me if the whole wide world fell apart from the inside?

I may not have style,
And I may not have class,
I may not have money,
I hope with time that will pass,

I tell you this just so that you’ll know,
Just what you’re getting yourself into,
I am naught but a man,
But anything is what I’d do for you,

Now I can’t promise you a life of privilege,
Nor one devoid of pain,
Our lives will be full of hardship and toil,
And an ungodly amount of strain,