The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price

The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice

breeze bites hard

breeze bites hard for May

Poetic License

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

xenophobes yawp zealously.

always, boldly choose diversity

keyless entry?

With this utensil? Ne’er get far…

Artichoked

“Keep Choking Hazards From Mouth”

“You therefore must be perfect” just like God

“You therefore must be perfect” just like God / It’s there in letters red and hot as blood

May Our Memories Be a Blessing

Poems are made by fools like me, / But God made the fools.

People of The Books

a priest, a rabbi, and an imam walk into a bar…

Oh, my muse

Thank you / For saving me.

I felt

Are you okay / With him being gay?

With Her In Her Sadness

my friend is sad

certain somethingness

I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.

‘Murica

Where representation no longer matters.

list?

out of the head and on to the page…

Naked Bouquet

I will mock the tomb… / Naked bouquet in hand.

September, 1986

Matriculation – First day’s class

Keenly Felt

Choice friendships deeply pierce the heart; / Both pain and pleasure keenly felt.

stay right where you are and feel nothing.

Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.

mercury falling

outer cold / exceeds my inner heat; / I never know what shape to take.