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

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


Saturday, December 26, 2015

Dreams of Old Men


Come in whispers and sighs

Hope is a

Mortgage

In its final year

Regret

Is the third cousin who

Borrows

What he'll never return

Love

Hikes up the corners of the mouth

Like a saggy pair of

Jeans

Promises are lucky pennies

And

To this big potluck

He brings his dish-to-pass

Made with a

Recipe

He wishes not so much to be

Right

As to be kind