I Hate This Day

I can pull, bend, or

fold this day. Contort the hours

in mighty ways. Yet

still I loathe it. I

want silence all around me,

too. Can’t share in haikus.

My Little Ones

No stones to mark them.

No lilies to view. It’s as

if nobody knew.

Pretty Little Games

Let’s play a game. I’ll

slide it in. Yes, it’s a sin.

You don’t cry. I’ll lie.

Operation: The Same

Pointy ore intru-

der in my vein. Maverick

mask. Feel good. Sleep. Pain.

As Time Goes Bye

Ice cold Corona

in hand, sun hitting hard on

boat and me: twenties

Water, 2000 sunblock,

sun and gravity stuff slides

down, two greys breed: fifties

(Not that I would know yet 😉)

Head Games:

Change your ATTITUDE!

Everyone says, “It’s

all in your head.” Could be right

Smile bright. It’s alright!

My Silent Strength

There’s this place that I

go to get clear, strong, silent, NO,

No, no- can’t tell. Church.

Head Games

Change your ATTITUDE!

Everyone says it’s all in

my head. Could be right!

Scales Wait for No One

Small pieces of crap,

Snag belongings as I nap

Seem a small mishap.

Your Sorry holds no weight.

I can’t control your gnarled fate.

Not the Judge just weight.

Migraine, you Bullying Thing

Heaving, heaving for

no reason. Head starts pounding.

One-eyed Jack. The trots.