WordsMusic

I listen to classical 
music when I write
because to me both
genres exist in harmony
just like eyes and
lips for music like
eyes invite us closer
lips breathe out breath
just like words do

Dullsville

Yesterday was bad
today is worse
I need angst
I need heart
pain whether it’s
ache or break
I need something
anything that will
break the spell
of living here
in quiet Dullsville

Icks

My mind is everywhere 
it took its flight
the moment I awakened
dashing to that corner
looking out the window
running to the kitchen
like a dog hearing
something then run back
bounding onto the bed
trying to be playful
even these words aren’t
enough to tie it
down play I must
hoping that you reading
understand that sometimes my
mind needs its freedom
to shake the icks

Bed

I am a pig
I’m also a whore
I have a bed
big enough for two
yet no one ever
stays they always go
maybe it’s the bed
I can’t believe that
it’s ever been me
my bed is mine
that’s all they see
it’s a barnyard here
everybody out for themselves

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish 
sometimes I wonder
but mostly I
hope things different
sometimes I love
sometimes I hate
but mostly I
hope someone stays
sometimes I dream
sometimes I cower
but mostly I
hope things change
sometimes I wish
sometimes I love
sometimes I dream
sometimes I do