Salt

looked back

and stood still

as a pillar

while

it sunk deep

in the

wounds

Rock Song

Would you help me, my friend?

I’ve had quite enough

for I’m stuck in between

the diamonds and rough.

I could have asked you

to give me a hand

but in fear I declined

since you’d understand.

Please help me, I beg you,

my pride to efface

for I’m stuck in between

this rock and hard place

I Reckon . . .

I carry the word reckon

on my sleeve and show the card

even if I’m winning,

Something Old, Something New

Stomach and tongue

tied in knots, hitched

on the phantasmagorical,

this old heart beating

anew each day for you,

appreciating each new day

as if something new happened

concerning you

even if

it is on borrowed time

and even if love is not

reciprocated,

these

blue and melancholy

emotions lingering mere moments

on the grander scale

with dreams gone rogue

like six syllable words

worth nothing more

than a sixpence

Clutching Pearls

Morning light, here comes the sun,

another day now has begun,

the world goes on with whirls and twirls

and here we are just clutching pearls

Half the man

I heard a saying that was nice

but let me change it if I can:

“Lord let me be just half the man

that my dog thinks I am.”

Canary in a Coal Mine

The cold dark depths

of broken earth

strike fear in the mind

A Thousand Words (or; The Selfish Poet)

I couldn’t write a poem

for the words won’t come to me

I thought I’d share a picture

for all the world to see

But even then, I hesitate,

and decided not to show it

for fear that they would love it

and forget about the poet