Yellow Flower
Burst of sunrise. Miracle of color atop an otherwise green stem. Statement of passion. These colors mean nothing. You reflect who I want to be, who I am. ♥
Savoy Special
Let’s not do it. Let’s not go down the dusty road to death. We’ve built so many roads. Are none of them upward tending, over whatever obstructions we may find in our way? Or are we destined now to drive or ride in circles, forever longing for where we started, but lost destinationless and bored…
No One Wants A Pickle
The pickle is a lowly fruit, or is it just a veggy? Some say they’re really very good, but dills just leave me edgy. Gurkins have a sweetness which cannot be denied, but when I find them on my plate, I invariably hide them underneath a lettuce leaf or accommodating chip. Or better yet find…
First Million
How did it feel? One followed by all those zeroes, A couple commas. Those must have been the interruption between triplicate noughts. The sleepless, nervous, anxious, unspoken apprehension of what it means to strive for what only can be counted, never kissed or held in warm embrace, never smiled upon or smiling back, the world…
Penny
This is the way it happened. This is exactly the way it happened. I sat in a public place and the little girl wanted to operate the machine that squeezes pennies and makes them look like flat pieces of copper that used to be money. Her parents gave her fifty cents to operate the machine…
Double Cross
It always meant pain. Either you hung me on it and I suffered to your glee or I pick it up from the other end and you run in fear. Let’s talk about it as it really is, but you sit there as if it will go away and leave you untouched. Remember, its your…
Human Sacrifice
Now that they have proven themselves idolaters, filled with graven images and willing to deny the truth and turn a blind eye to mercy and grace, now that they have denied righteousness and driven themselves mad with lust for power and prestige, preening themselves in elaborate costumes of grotesque exaggeration, I want to tell you…
Dragons
They are here as they have always breathed flame, leathern wings beating, tail potent, able to impale, scales armor hard over a heart of hate, but now they are electric. They are here, as they have always terrified ignorant slaves to superstition and convention, servants to shadow, but now they lure with vanity and lethargy…
Glory
Out of sleep, out of darkness, into a room half lit wherein I dream, more light beckons, more truth calls beyond a door I must now open. Blinded not at all, but made to see by radiance generously given, I speak aloud the word I have no will to keep. Glory unto me from thee,…
Red Head
There she sits, the wayward recessive one, burning the combustibles at both ends, her flaming red hair atop the cigarette she smokes on break, blowing away the risk of emphysema or worse, taking all the chances she can take in ten minutes before or after lunch. What the hell? Who’s going to stop her? More…