Category: Poetry

Why say, “A bird on the wing”instead of a bird flying or a flying bird?On its own wing could a bird fly?Wouldn’t such contortions keep…

The coo-coo clock reminds meI am growing oldThe shoes on my feet wobblethough I swim in them as told. The dentures in my mouthwhistle a…

Given the boss on my sidewho values my work and my pride.And AI and my family in for the ride.I’m still more dead than alive.…

How could they? I’ll tell you how they could.For a fleeting second you and I did.Remember at that ball game when you shoutedkill the ump…

First you feather dust lust.Then you peel the banana.In front of an apricot thrustyour face without a bandana. And you expect a Congo lineto march…

Where I find myself is acceptable.Being possible probably true.Straight lines no letter at allI go on and on without you. Sentence me to a paragraph.I’ll…

Here’s how I create. I throw to the winda feeling of the great no matter where it goes.Over the head or between the toes.Straight forward…

My friend sends me emailsFragments of what’s in the air.What to do is heads or tails.I’m trying to be fair. When he tells me the…

Do I want to eat creeping roaches?Now that you mention it I do.No matter what approachesyou can’t tell me a thing or two. I’m mean.…

Why do I always say I when I have nothing to say?Does thought precede an act?Heartbeat and brain to the feet?Or the whole thing scripted…