Brilliance is like
A flash bulb
It happens occasionally
Yet it captures
Everything everyone eventually
Month: January 2023
CrapDrinking
Whoops I am drinking
Now that that’s out
Of the way allow
Me to say this
Life and love hurts
It really really does
Some idiots do choose
To shoulder through it
Like a fullback protecting
The ball plowing through
Me well I drink
It gives me courage
To say what I
Think I think so
Many things and none
Of them have voice
I sometimes wonder what
What if we all
All did just this
This giving the voice
Voice to our thoughts
Thoughts that might change
Change how we do
Do all these things
MorningCigar
This morning’s sky
Reminds me of
My uncle’s cigar
Many years ago
In Port Washington
Hanging there against
The backdrop of
His thin beard
The center glowed
Crimson almost winking
Surrounded by gray
Ash it hung
There then gone
Between his laughter
There then gone
Between the clouds
Soon to be
All but ash
As he stubbed
It out like
The sunrise does
To the dawn
UnderIsEver
Love is like fetch
With a new toy
Sometimes it’s even like
A note in a
Bottle written kidnapped and
Tossed hopefully into sea
Wishing that whomever finds
It will be tickled
But love’s really like
A falling coconut if
You’re not under the
Palm it’ll be missed
But if you’re under
Oh if you’re under
Then you’ll be under
Forever you will be
Critics
I don’t like critics
I never ever have
Critics are like drunken
Bullies or step fathers
Who feel they must
But never enjoyed the
Making of the child
That they now discipline
Critics wear chips on
Their shoulders like epaulettes
Angry and incapable of
Rising to the occasion
Impotent yet needing release
So they look to
Others like obese men
Sitting in their basements
Trousers around their ankles
Men and women writhing
On their computer screens
Forever wishing but always
Knowing that they’ll never
Such a frustrated life
These unfortunate critics have
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 