Concentrate

By the great, Thursday, June 26, 2014 0 , , , , 0

This problem I have, I must admit.

This juice box craze – it’s overwhelming.

With just one sip, I begin to slip.

Before I know it, I’m 3 boxes in.

The pushers, they give you one for free.

That’s how they get you started,

How they get you hooked.

Every time I get that feeling, that itch,

Like a needle to a vein,

I slip that straw right in.

100 percent juice,

But I know it’s not real.

Snip

By the great, Tuesday, March 4, 2014 0 , , , , 0

Just a slight bit too long,

Dragging everywhere.

Dirt along the bottom,

It catches dirt and hair.

I’ve gone to see a man,

A specialist of the sort.

 

He was taking far too long,

I couldn’t stand it any more,

Something snapped inside me

and I yelled out, “Damn it!”

He looked up at me, wide-eyed,

So I said to him,

“Please, sir, come size me!”

 

Revelation

By the great, Monday, February 10, 2014 0 , , , , 0

Some look forward to the day,

Filled with everlasting glory.

Some look forward to clouds parting,

And the sun pouring down like rain.

Time will be still.

Laws will be broken.

On this day, this most glorious of days,

All will be good, then all will be bad.

Those who were right expect to smile,

To brag.

The wrong will be wronged

And they will suffer.

While all along,

A silent stranger will be watching.

Whines and Spirits

By the great, Monday, February 10, 2014 0 , , , , 0

In the darkness, they appear.

They torture and torment.

But light they fear.

Scattering

When crowds gather.

Why can’t we sleep soundly,

Without trouble or fear?

Inside every nook,

Around every corner,

Lingering and loitering,

There they are.

Waiting to possess.

Downsized

Day after day,

I play the game.

This mundane life,

Working the grind.

At night I sit here,

Staring at the stars.

My ring

Lies on the table.

Bright days, Black nights,

Beware what power?

What light?