Cacophony of swirling thoughts Slowly moving in A summer storm at high noon Empty pockets looking for stones A collection of memory Finally categorized and labeled in glyphs (for easy retrieval) Remarking on the sudden change in weather Leaving stones to tumble from hand asking Bobby jo what happened last season Mouths agape watching the... Continue Reading →
Joey
You’re gone now, far too soon Unknown beyond reasons given It’s true the good die young & the music stays behind A lyrical memory Playing on repeat
At the intersection
It’s still under construction This tiny traffic light Powered by ideas and riddled with Pitfalls of misfiring During crossed wires And excited utterances All stop and go (Sometimes full throttle) At the intersection between silence and speech
Act now Or we’ll double your order
In the 1960’s or so(long before our time)we gathered ’round made some sounddeep in the summer of love they prized amoréin each swinging soiréeunbeknownst to themthe pied piper comes a-callingthe end is nighfor now is hereoh dear, my dear(listen closely)the time has come my tender friendsto talk of all-the-thingsof every fault and foiblethose pesky little... Continue Reading →
What hasn’t been said
After the dust has settled from slamming doors and fits of laughter the storm has passed, yet still-not-ok heeding internal warning systems and letting go. It’s easy to argue Less apt to settle the score When there’s so much left unsaid.
