The Straight man and buffoon
funny and sad, without a clue
They trade places, fighting and laughing
all the way, to an empty bank
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Rhetoric
Your words run in circles
tumble all over me
I beat them all back
with a sharpened tongue
a neat little package
tied all together
just for you
tumble all over me
I beat them all back
with a sharpened tongue
a neat little package
tied all together
just for you
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Waiting
Canvas with a thousand skies
waiting for it's due
Paints awash in monochrome
begging for their hues
Bristles sitting coarse and dry
thirsty for a dip
Old masters waiting patiently
for masters that are new
waiting for it's due
Paints awash in monochrome
begging for their hues
Bristles sitting coarse and dry
thirsty for a dip
Old masters waiting patiently
for masters that are new
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
They can't all be gems
The blankest slate
will have to wait
for another date
'cuz I'm late
or not at all
Procrastinate
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Roller Coaster
Prozac roller coaster
straight and narrow
no highs or lows
any height
can take the ride
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Right
A clear danger
seeping through
heart and mind
hushed voices
hunkered over
all my secrets
in the rumor mill
seeping through
heart and mind
hushed voices
hunkered over
all my secrets
in the rumor mill
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
In the cut
I come around the bend in the road
nothing to see over my shoulder
my battles fought and lost
are won when soon forgot
And the road now straight and narrow
no battles to win or lose
an ally now In my shoes
a brilliant white flag unfurled.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
The last bridge
Angel of decay, a setting sun that stumbles into night, crashing waves of hopeless beauty.
You stride into town shiny and new, and completely vanish when you arrive.
You run away past the adoring crowd you love to despise.
The punishment you give, so petty and coarse, eye for an eye, heart for a heart.
The prophecy fulfilled for yourself once again, you put up your dukes and then take a dive.
And now once again the phoenix will rise, from all the ashes from the bridges burned.
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