12 2017 wax on wax off government Wax On, Wax Off Government by Paul Robert Sanford I’m beginning to give up. A third of a year of this nonsense in Washington DC has me holding onto my balls for fear they’ll steal them. This wax…

I’m the poetry man well, I’ve never seen a U-Haul follow a hearse to a cemetery. Judge,Lord Judge  take that Flap Jack take that Molva and Mohammed You want my, well I betcha Send me to the’lectric chair Stay away from me I’m in my…

In this moment now What is happening? I am writing I hear fireworks in the distance not sure why (8/5/17) I am thinking about this wonderful experience Thanks to Caitlyn and Jacob Jans A random invitation somewhere in the past has given me a new…

In the darkness, I sank it doesn’t make sense, to lose one who cared so sudden it’s cruel and unfair. We didn’t say goodbye no way to prepare, On Sunday he passed And Monday he wasn’t there. In tears, I then grieved for who’d understand?…

Now I lay me down to sleep All those dreams I wish to keep My eyes close But the movie plays   What treasures lie in my mind Villainous gems too hazy to define My eyes close But the creatures snarl and stir   Universal…

Panic attack I’m feeling quite whack Energy is dipping So my mind is slipping Entering a state of sheer adrenaline The room collapses around me My drawers fall off of the wall. And that’s not all. It’s all on me to fix. But I’m not…

I am full of indecision, my heart is a whirlwind lost in its twist all because you stood within my sight, your scent wafting toward me. What do I do now, with these feelings coursing through my veins, my body moves hypnotized, soaring across the…

confinement   pressed up against the sides of this space, I bump into the places where we meet and I wonder if there is enough room to branch out…to become the giants we need to be in the parts of our lives requiring us to…

the cucumbers in the garden have a lot of room to roam, to run but instead they try to climb the tomatillo plant or the sunflowers no matter how many times we tell them, “no” the teenagers in the house have a lot of time…

An emptiness within an emptiness, ever consuming the only means of escape, with passionate desolation. The darkness is but a pierced blanket adorned with a brilliant multitude of stars. At no edge is it ever thick enough to deny the light of inspiration. Time brings…