Wednesday, August 24, 2011

17.

Clad in pressed dress shirts,
We are separated by
Only black and white.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

16.

Rude maledictions
From a fat, red-faced Englishman.
Garçon, I am not.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

15.

The puerile fox stops,
And rapturous, she gazes.
I wilt before her.

14.

Dig into the well
Scratch cool and deep mud caked walls
But I find nothing.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

13.

The metro smells like
morning; aftershave and stale
breath. I sip coffee.

12.

Sunshine soaked streets glow
Dazed, we walk single file
Death sentence to work.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

11.

Want is odious.
Better Safer to reside quiet
in lukewarm nonsense.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

10.

Ponytails, lip gloss.
The initiated youth
besieged the metro.

9.

It eats my stomach
but the elixir of life
comes in coffee grains.

8.

Though I may sound nice,
I mimic crude expressions
while I'm on the phone.

7.

The roll is barren.
One square is not enough!
You, sir, are lazy.

6.

Not asking for signs
results in drunken prophets
stumbling in my lap.

5.

Elizabeth is
rather slow on the uptake.
Left-handed, she isn't.

Holding music is
a serene distraction from
a rather dull day.

4.

Splat! Dead, the day breaks.
Soil and regrets hastily
shoveled in secret.

3.

Sophia's sorrow
stems from serving the stupid.
Smile, Soph, she is gone!

2.

Acquiescing to
hateful morning lethargy
on and on I go.

1.

Her, at the bus stop
with awkward geriatrics
seizing right of way.