Steam Punks ~
The Permanent press
made light of our irony,
till bored and depressed.
Morons Lessons ~
Life’s about choices,
though some bad, all’s important.
Less is never more.
All that’s gold not pure,
not all that stinks is rotten,
all else forgotten.
Fifty percent of
marriages end in divorce,
the remainder’s death.
The older I get,
the younger I feel I feel,
till felt what’s real.
follow dangerous thinking.
Think before thinking.
When I examine
myself with a microscope
I just get smaller.
Cries, Yells and Screams!
Distant black and white dreams
Monochromatic and systematic
Volume’s pitch and problematic
Concrete walls and metal stairs
Echoing the petrified and no one cares.
Mouthy aches and heady tales
Decades pass and pain prevails
With each new day we do grow.
We flourish and whither till it’s time to go.
Our stay’s too short on this earth.
Life’s longest on our day of birth.
And the time betwixt is all we know.
So write it well, it is your show.
Forces of nature,
like myself, follow paths of
the least resistance.
Afloat in red stilettos, hair, nails and lips
Shimmering in black satin, taught about the hips
Blue green eyes sparkle as they glance my way
Smile wide across her face, yet I’ve nothing to say
Subtle hand reaching softly touches mine
Nervously reacting I nearly spilled her wine
Leaning ever closer, whispering in my ear
Sweet sounds alluring, words I’ve dreamt to hear
Standing stunned, throbbing chest
Twisted tongue on a tortured quest
A racing mind all aflutter
An uncertain stutter I did utter
With this mutter she did chortle
A pen less poet’s just a mortal