As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

How To Get Rich


Step one

Find a need and fill it

Step two

If you can't find a need

Create one

Shine your little white light on my

Inadequacy

Exploit my

Self-doubt

And if that doesn't work

Incubate fear

And expose me to its virus

When the symptoms

Envy and

Jealousy

Disable my acuity

I'll buy your

Prescription



Thursday, February 9, 2017

A Metaphor for Many Things


When you wash a kitchen knife

Show it some respect

Never run your dishrag

Along its cutting edge

Keep the handle toward you

Keep the point away

Then you'll surely live to wash

The knife another day


Saturday, February 4, 2017

Inkhorn


Swirling with potential

Quill

Breaking the surface and

Extracting

Limitless images

The men of Babel built a tower

It's salience catching the

Eye of Heaven

The men of letters much more

Subtle

Their Babel built on

Parchment plains

Rising into the clouds of

Time


Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A Clear Day


It's wispy intentions drift from

The sky

Show me the future

Oh wind

I smell where you've been

Among the pines

Whistling through the evergreen

Gables

Running down the road and

Circling

For me to follow

Waking the sleepy dust

Parting

The velvet grasses

Trying to stifle your impatient sighs

You cannot comprehend my

Maps

My signposts

My landmarks

My need to know at all times

Where I

Am



Monday, January 23, 2017

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Saturday, July 30, 2016

Squirm


I am suddenly aware

(Fidget)

That every movement

(Adjust)

Small and sundry

(Agitate)

Is an attempt

(Wiggle)

To flee

(Twist)

Some discomfort

(Turn)

Annoyance

(Twitch)

Or slight irritation

(Scratch)

Transmitted

(Shift)

Thousands of times

(Wriggle)

A day



Sunday, February 14, 2016

Love


The tip of your tongue

The O of your

Lips

The way you nibble off the last

Bit of consonant

Say it again

I want to bathe in its nuances

Feel its

Omnipotence