Choices

Live the life you believe in and begin to sin, because if you don’t you’ll die full of regrets and without cigarettes despite the health threats.   Though gaunt you’ll never go for a jaunt when muses haunt and you … Continue reading “Choices”

Cement Face

Sunlight crosses my face in my empty house where feeling good has moved beyond my reach and   no reason to rise has entered my mind or to open my eyes because the day has arrived.   I’m wondering why … Continue reading “Cement Face”

I write every day and never get paid!

  Addicted   Just a little I thought, and then a little more now I know   it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go.   blinded by claims of fame and in … Continue reading “I write every day and never get paid!”

I wasn’t alive until I hit sixty-five.

Born without food a diaper or a bed of straw, I wanted to know who did this to me, but couldn’t display pain to the makers. I swore someday I’d make them pay for what they did to me. Until … Continue reading “I wasn’t alive until I hit sixty-five.”

Testosterone Listening to Pandora I hear ads for this every few minutes.

“If you’re over forty, it’s not your fault that your testosterone is low and you’ve shifted into low and are ready to stall. You’re not alone you know, and can still change gears   by smoking reefer and making young … Continue reading “Testosterone Listening to Pandora I hear ads for this every few minutes.”

It’s the birthday of the poet W.D. (William DeWitt) Snodgrass born in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania (1926)

He was studying poetry at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop in the early 1950s when his marriage began to fall apart, and he began writing about it in his poems. He showed some of these personal poems to his teacher, the … Continue reading “It’s the birthday of the poet W.D. (William DeWitt) Snodgrass born in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania (1926)”

That’s The Way

I sit under the sun coming from the East, but will never again. It goes over the mountains out West, so I lay back on a mountain rock to easily see   the darkening sky that’ll soon be filled with … Continue reading “That’s The Way”

A Bottle of Booze Will Do

Being sober fills the inside of my head and scrapes the back of my eyes with unjust images and words, like incest, spousal abuse, and kids so hungry they eat their own.   I can’t be without booze obliterating the … Continue reading “A Bottle of Booze Will Do”

Reaching for the Moon

When on a date with a woman I’ve recently met, I’m soon wishing I was alone, until I met a brightly shining star hovering above the crowd of single women I know.   To her life is glorious and her … Continue reading “Reaching for the Moon”