Friday, September 24, 2021


days fly by
when I'm crashing into bed
it's not that I'm not writing,
but it's not poetry in my head... 

Sunday, September 19, 2021


when the harkenswing does lumber past
and the jabberwock does flutter,
when the vorporal sword goes snicker-snack
and the kingdom's run out of butter,

when the magic's gone all fizzy
and logic's flown the coop,
when the crumbs have all been eaten
and you've evaporated the soup,

when you're making the man proud
even though he's long dead,
you know you're doing something right
when escher shakes his head.

Friday, September 17, 2021


[two days of a delicate dance of boxes upon pallets
is practically poetry in motion]

Wednesday, September 15, 2021


spring cleaning
left until too late
wound up too tight
so it sprung away 

Tuesday, September 14, 2021


I'm glad to see
you're doing
at least a little

I'm sad that
you haven't
shared the news of
progress with

Monday, September 13, 2021


I will not
explain to the client
why I won't do what
they're asking
me to do.

I've already
gotten in trouble
with my employer
once this quarter
for talking
down to

I'm not
doing it
a second

Sunday, September 12, 2021


of all the stars in the sky
of bizarre claim to fame
of the hardest to find,
the elusive ursemane 

Saturday, September 11, 2021


tightly bound neath fuzzy loose
cuz you only see what I choose
to share with any who look...
I'll be in my bunk. 

Thursday, September 9, 2021


night falls
silence reigns
you go home
while I'm sound awake
and lost
and alone
and scared
you won't come back 

Monday, September 6, 2021


come full circle
whence we began
albeit slower...
til shit hits the fan. 

Sunday, September 5, 2021


in the silence is a sound...
I know no peace.

give me the rustle of leaves,
give me the rushing of breeze,
give me the swaying of trees,
give me the burbling of creeks,
the volume of the world
at a whisper around me
there I will find peace. 

Friday, September 3, 2021


ask me a hypothetical
and I'm still bound to get it wrong,
because I'm not "thinking right"
because my dreams aren't strong

enough to satisfy
your burning desire to know.
fuck you.
fuck your ego.

then just
leave me alone. 

Thursday, September 2, 2021


you can't be bothered to reply
to my morning wake up hello;
you tell me you're just looking for conversation
not play, and apparently not me too;

I've vanished from your radar,
though you still hold me in check...
I can't tell if you've forgotten
or you think to hold everything back;

but six ways from sundae,
I'm the petty king,
I ran analytics on our chatter,
and it told me all the things;

I'm eighty five (ish) percent
of every message sent.
I know when you're most likely to reply,
and it's not today or yesterday;

you prefer Luna and Tiw
to Widen, Thor, or Friga;
give Saturn and Sol a pass...
next week I'll try again.

Wednesday, September 1, 2021


an say what you want
but night's coming anyway
the deluge, the prophet,
the shadows, the sway,

the imagined monsters
that rattle out of sight...
but the ones to watch out for:
demons that sleep at night.