2 o’clock hour 4AM post

The 2o’clock hour was the hardest I was tired I had a headache I wanted to crawl into my bed My stubbornness said, “NO!” I napped for 20-30 minutes what a relief Just hope when the sun rises in a couple hours my body knows…

You are my Chocolate Poem 20

You are my choclate I crave you In the middle of the night I want to taste you Bite you Lick you Consume you You are my chocolate Soft, sweet, buttery Melting in my heart You are bittersweet choclate Moody and dark You are milk…

If I Ever Feel Better

If I ever feel better— That is walking without jumping I will clean the office for three weeks—no complaints If I ever feel better Meaning I cross again I will buy you a shake If I ever feel better As in not feeling sick while…

Passive Light Poem 17

A passive light Retreating into semi-consciousness My brain fizzles, spurts and  crawls away My pen is numb My ideas faded Darkness Solitude A soliloquy of stubborness   Passive knowings Retreating Into near unconsciousness My heart sputters, Fades to black Passive light to deepest dark My…

Tomato Hornworms

My stepfather used to crouch in the middle of his tomato patch and listen He swore he could hear hornworms munching and The slow steady stretching of growth. He prayed for the absence of the first the presence of the latter. I laughed at the…

Making Up Lost Time

This is not just about keeping up anymore. This is not just about a goal anymore. This is my life, this is my story that people will tell after I’m gone. I’m making up for lost time. Making up for time I never had the…

“X”

The wrath of the heavens opens, Rains down upon our entire world, In that storm of all storms.   Only one survives, The last vessel, An ark of hope.   A millennia’s journey ends, And we approach optimistically, That third planet from the sun.

Traffic

You sniff, smelling the thickening tar That is smeared across the road, And you gasp as the heat intensifies In the oven that is your car. The rumbles of cars idling slowly Almost lulls you into a slumber, But then you hear the screech, And…

Cheeky Burger!

Your brown tongue glistens, as though salivating to be licked. The heat at your centre sends radiance out, melting all around you until your tasty partners become an ooze that cannot get enough of you. You do have a sharp bit. Acidic- making me wince…