Joy
i will not abide
by time or any
other man made
constraints as i
side glance the
lady with the
rainbow eyes.
she has no idea
of the effect of
her footprints
on my desire.
a bright sun
shines above
candy-filled
clouds.
birds soar against
the bluest of skies.
let me sing it.
let me shout it.
joy, like rage,
can, and should
not, be quelled.
Forgettable
another boat gone—
how many poems not
written.
life’s grand prize
sinks down with
every red sunrise.
the passing fancy
looked up from the
breakers.
her eyes made me
shiver…
like warm whiskey
on a cold day.
moving too fast for
any kind of past
to catch up.
love on the street—
as accessible as a
cigarette—
temporarily satisfying
and eminently forgettable.
Shades
Shades of blue color my past,
and grey my present.
The future…too dark too see;
colors, I’ve none to describe.
In stark, merciless light,
life can appear as pitch.
As black velvet in cold isolation
where no starlight can breech.
Where no sun can warm and
and no moon can light.
It is here that I grope in darkness
for a past shade of blue to cling to.
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