I opened a can of beans As paper towels unfolded Cats under feet Spoons dropped in musical note   Doorbell rings Disturbing sublime lazy Yet curiosity blooms To be disappointed   Wall to wall carpeting Beneath socked feet Pathways marked By traipsed bi-peds   Clock chimes by hours lived Reminding of sun in sky Moments memorialized By media on colored screen   Unredeemed remote Sighs of indifference Hostage to manipulation...

What is this crap I put myself through? Falling in love with pics that aren’t you. Damn little things, maybe 2 x 2? What the hell am I supposed to do? Beautiful face with long wavy hair. Eyes that say come here if you dare. All I can do is sit here and stare. I’m so weak, this just isn’t fair! Led to slaughter just like a lamb. I think I’m safe.. then wham! Bam! They lure me in from so many lands. They never seem to be fr...

I have a friend who says she lost her mojo. Where it went she says she doesn’t really know. She swears she has looked high and low. Now where the hell could a mojo go? I asked her if she looked under the bed. Or maybe in the back of the closet instead. Then again maybe it’s still inside her head. In a place where her thoughts rarely tred. Mojos are strange and hard to describe. Like nailing Jello to a tree it’s often been...

As a young boy growing up in the poorer section of Indianapolis I can remember many meals that consisted of just soup and a sandwich. Keep in mind back in my day we didn’t have supermarkets. Only local neighborhood corner stores usually not much bigger than a two car garage. There were no pre-packaged meats and cheeses like today. You had to go to a butcher for that sort of thing and they would wrap the meat in a thick wh...

Here it comes, the moment I dread. When everything comes true from inside my head. Droning on and on as I heard what they said. Now the singing and laughing, I wish I was dead. Such a lousy tradition, who thought of this stuff? Isn’t just growing old and tired punishment enough? Parties and cakes and presents and fluff, I’m a man for christ’s sake, I like things rough and tough. I have a garage full of tools where I do ma...

Everyone has them somewhere in their family tree. You know. The great-great grandfather no one will talk about because he was hung as a “hoss thief”. Or the distant cousin who died penniless because he had a drinking and gambling problem. Then there’s the early pioneer who came west and no one is quite sure how he was related but he may or may not have killed his partner over a gold mine. Everyone has one. Except me.  How...

What is a rainbow but a colored arch, With dreams at each end to wish for. Seven hues and shades from a color chart, Just one of many beauties from nature’s store. Each rainbow the same made from the grandest plan, Arching high and far in colored rows. Like a fireworks show or a peacock’s fan, Our hearts are filled with the awe it bestows. Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and...

Here and there and everywhere, A thousand thoughts invade my mind. Some are private but most are shared, As each one is released there are many more behind. I wonder at so many things, In awe of simple life. What’s with spider webs and Saturn’s rings, And why is there a ‘k’ in knife? Who’s to say the long necked giraffe, Is weirder than the horse. I only know that one makes me laugh, And the other lets me ride it of cours...