Friday, December 2, 2016


No one sings of her sorrow
No one sings of her face
The one that used to turn heads
The heads of the poor boys
The heads of the crowd
The crowd of the music
Playing out loud

Her perfume is hope
Now laden with tears
A dash of sadness
With a slight splash of fear

She sings with her sad eyes
With her lips lined in red
She tries to remember
And then tries to forget

No one sings of her being
No one sings of her name
The girl is no longer here
Here in the future
The future of gray
Gray fades to darkness
And darkness to gray

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Election Day

Applause Applause
We finally have a President
With honesty and a cause


There's a man in the House
Who taunts and teases
His greatest achievement
Is second only to that of Jesus
First the Bible
Then The Art of the Deal
Nothing beats that
Unless you get a free book with every meal
Though he might not know his Corinthians
He's sure it deals with True Americans
Keep those dirty huddled masses
Yearning to be free
No Vacancies here
Unless I can grab your puss..bushy tree

Jesus was an immigrant
With no visa to stay
No right to be there
No ability to pay
Jesus should be rounded up
Based on your own definition
Kicked out
Thrown out
And sent back to his Mission
Better pack up JC
In the back of the van
Employ your circlejerks to show him
The only way they can
Off to the races
Stick close to the fences
(Did you steal those sandals
I have no doubt
Can't trust you people
Always sneaking around)

You shouldn't be poor, you know
(no more)
Don't come around here no more
(no more no more no more no more)

Walls are built to hold those out
Walls are built to hold those in
Does it really matter in the end
If the door swung out or in?

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Mind Ditty


I lost my mind 2 years ago
I haven't found it yet
I searched within the cupboards
I dug beneath the bed

It seems my mind is hiding
I can't seem to track it down
It wasn't such a brilliant mind
But I'm sad that it's left town

Friday, September 30, 2016


I live between a dash
Couched between dates
Nothing but a calculation

Of days

Saturday, July 9, 2016



I have a crush
His words are like magic
His expression doesn't change
He waltzes in and out of rooms
Leaving emptiness in his wake

I have a crush
I have not met him
And I'm certain I never will
For to break the glass of perfection
Would be the breaking of the spell


I never liked summer.
It made my brain explode
With judgmental light
Of two faced prisms

Never Broken

I never thought I would be so broken to accept the truth of this life.