loves wreckage

a wave of melancholy
swept over him
salty
storm driven
turmoil
his heart
flotsam
slammed
by the current
driven
by the tide
helpless
lost
alone
gone

upon
the ravaged shore
amongst
the driftwood
and the seaweed
lay his heart
tattooed
by pains acidic ink
it read
loved once
but nevermore

primordial reflections

it rained last night
bullet-sized droplets
piercing the darkness
with violence reserved
for shrapnel filled
battlefields

it rained last night
lightening filled skies
bringing rise
to primal fears and beliefs
zeus was up there
punishing humanity
for its sins

it rained last night
thunder shook the earth
reflecting the sound
of anxiety
a heart pounding with fear
cowering beneath the shroud
of darkness

it rained last night
angry water
falling in torrents
towards the ground
no comfort
no solace
a storm tasting
of bitterness and despair

it rained last night
and I cried myself to sleep

saccharin

like the wind of a stalled tornado
she went on and on and on
her venom laced voice
playing taps upon worn and weary eardrums
in his eyes years of bitter frustration
could be seen bubbling to the surface
yes dear
I know dear
you’re right dear
empty responses
recited by rote
with no inflection
meaningless mumbles
saccharin-laced placebos
weapons of self-defense
last bastions of relief
for a man
who has had the fight
nagged out of him

two headed calves

the vomit colored sky
overwhelms the horizon
filling the populace
with a vague uneasiness
a sense of dark foreboding
which leaves behind
the sour flavor
of rotten fruit
remnants of
calorie filled orgies
chemical spills
beneath the arches
gateway
to a new America
uncle sam with
a sixty inch waist
reflections in the mirror
of gastric manipulation
gone bad

dust bunnies

showing the aversive affects of countless years
the faded house with shuttered windows
clings to memories of once beautiful grounds
leaning a bit to the left
another old-timer in need of mechanical support
trapped in the web of time
no life left within its walls
echoed voices recede into darkness
faint murmurs left to remind the present
that once there was a past
vicious dust bunnies roam freely
conquering rooms
overwhelming closets
clustering together in miniature armies
failing to understand
the eternal lesson
that which is once conquered
will never rest easy
until a new victor
appears on the horizon
uneasy rests the mantle of power
even for dust bunnies
who sacrifice innocence
only to become
despots of abandonment

how does it feel

how does it feel
when decades of dreams
fade into years
when death becomes
more than a scene
rehearsed countless times
by bad actors
in roadside productions of hamlet
how does it feel
when years of life
fade into months
when death becomes
more than a song
written by poets
to capture the angst
of another generations fears
how does it feel
when months of life
fade into weeks
when death become
a known quantity
no longer a nightmare
created by primordial remnants
of what once was a soul
how does it feel
when weeks of life
fade into days
when death becomes
another mark on the calendar
an appointment with destiny
which can no longer be delayed
how does it feel
when days of life
fade into hours
when death becomes
a folded corner
in the book of life
marking the pages

of personal regret
how does it feel
when hours of life
fade into minutes
when death becomes
a long lost friend
returning to this world
to accompany a weary traveler
on one last adventure
how does it feel
when minutes of life
fade into seconds
when death becomes
measured in the whisper
of tired lungs
exhaling one last time
before embracing the unknown
how does it feel

miscreated

my mind is filled
with words and thoughts
wandering without reason
until a vain attempt is made
to organize confusion
into poetry for heathens
than like faeries
at dawns first light
they fade into the mist
leaving behind
a hint of their passing
echoes of creation missed