Thursday, January 12, 2017

Wrong man

If I was a superhero, I would be called wrong because I'm always wrong

Friday, December 30, 2016


I left most of my history lying in a field, left to die alone, as I walked away. 

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Pencil neck

Pencil neck
Sometimes you just want to stick the perverbial pencil into your neck
Right into the coratid artery and let out all of the pressure that has been building up
Let the floodgates open to dance across the walls and the floor
Because it's been a really rough day
Because the wife said something that will stick forever bobbing up to the surface at inopportune moments. 
Because the kids..
No, you must never include the children when contemplating your own weakness and failures 
But the unfortunate thing about the perverbial pencil is that there are no do-overs 
No take-backs
No pause button
No chance to rewind 
There is no one to say, "hey look at what all of this might lead to. Let's maybe hold back a bit."
There is none of that. 
There are no second chances here. 
There are no rematches
Which is maybe why the perverbial pencil is nothing more than a warm up
Maybe that is why seldom is the skin ever pierced
Seldom does the blade dig into the wrists 
Seldom does the trigger release the bullet
Because perverbial is a dress rehearsal 
And the real thing tends to happen only once. 

Wednesday, December 14, 2016


When choosing present I have a full proof plan strategy. I just think about what I might actually want you know things that interest me and then I'll try to understand why I want those things very simple you know now comes the hard part understanding that I am not the average person and that there are very few people like me. Therefore since so few people share my interest and my light and my dislikes I simply need to buy them the opposite of what I might want. This, of course, is not a foolproof strategy. There are people who do like beer and liquor and books. I know, because I work with someone. I also drink with some of them. Unfortunately those are generally not the people who I need to buy bread. Therefore, I just think of what makes me the most uncomfortable and then realize that someone else probably thinks that that would make a fabulous gift.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

No one

No one ever says 
He looks just like you
He acts just like you
He reminds me of you 
It's the reality of the situation
But I am never seen  
I am never reflected in anyone
Except myself
That can be a lonely feeling sometimes 

Saturday, September 24, 2016


Denise just told me about a half hour ago that Maddie died this morning. Technically, it was yesterday morning. I'm still not really able to react. It's never fair when a child dies. 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

You may

You may gently scoop me up into your arms 
caressing my face 
wiping the dust of sleep from my eyes

And I will turn slowly your face 
warming mine like 
the sun warms the earth each morning
your words will drift over me like 
an early morning breeze moving up the sand 
down the street 
block by block 
announcing morning 
your heart will beat with mine 
as we prepare to step together into the day