A Quickie on Candy Corn

A Quickie on Candy Corn

Though fused of bric-a-brac,

I would die for those colors!

The Yellow-Orange-White! Forever!

Blind Tom's Blind

Blind Tom's Blind

Blind Tom's blind

and everyone can see it,

everyone one can see it

save for him.

Blind Tom thinks all men are silent,

since no one speaks when he's around.

He wouldn't hear them anyway,

his ears long rotten

by his years.

Every sound runs through

the semi-plastic parts

inside the box

inside his ear

inside his steam-powered brain,

and every chime and tune

sounds telegraphic,

dead since 1980.

Blind Tom's breath

gets funnelled through a tube,

express direct

to lungs,

and all his hands have felt for fourty years

is the head of his cane,

crackin' 'neath his touch.

Every man is blind to Tom,

since no one seems to see him,

and therefore he lives unaware,

livin' on 'n on 'n on,

in bliss,

While the rest of the world,

loses sight of him.

A Quickie on a Phone Call

A Quickie on a Phone Call

Call someone! Say they're great!

Every breath you send to them

will send them soaring, happy, free!

A Quickie on Greasy Fingers

A Quickie on Greasy Fingers

Turns my pens to slick sticks

so they slip out my fingers

scatt'ring ink on my love letters.

Wheelin'

Wheelin'

Ka flump-thump thump,

ka flump-thump thump,

'round we go on this

wheel wheel wheel

that's turn-turnin'

everyone over

everyone over all the time,

makin' half of us miserable

while behind our shoulders

strangers and friends

cata cata PULT past us,

head over heels overhead

and happy.

I don't mean to mope,

I know we all roll,

I just hope

pray

wish we could all

do everything tuurn turn turn

faster!

A Quickie on Blue Paint Pens

A Quickie on Blue Paint Pens

Blue paint pen sticks to skin,

wooden benches, newspapers,

and leaves messages for later.

Wine and Mason Jars

Wine and Mason Jars

A fluttering of fingers

and pa-rink clink glass,

my hands sluuuuur

as they pass around a mason jar of wine,

white wine,

cool wine on hot lips makes for warm nights,

sticky nights that'll cling

to the sides of your neck,

so that when you go to wipe them off

you brush some soft knuckles

that are still playing behind your ear,

some eyes that catch the light,

light that splinters

gold and white,

some blurry laughter

music

song I can't remember,

can remember every taste of wine,

every winking eye,

every pressing palm against my neck.

Exciting Day!

Exciting Day!

I'm some kind of

electrified,

excited

ignited,

and suddenly

every word you say

crackle-SNAPS

my brainstem,

calls my tension

to attention,

can't relax 'cuz I'm on fire,

your every glance

fanning those flames!

A Quickie on Fears

Time to catch up. Oi.

A Quickie on Fears

It's fine to heed your fears,

their warnings. but when Push shoves,

Peel them off! All they are: labels.

A Quickie on Nerdgasm

A Quickie on Nerdgasm

My DM's 2d12

plus all bonuses to love!

And off we go to Nerdgasm!

A Quickie on MMCR Playin' Video Games

A Quickie on MMCR Playin' Video Games

Pixie cut frames her eyes,

frozen in concentration,

too focused to catch me smiling.

A Quickie on Break Ups

A Quickie on Break Ups

No matter who began

the spat, the same two people

who started it all must end it.

Blue Cooler

I think I'm 20 behind. Shiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaat.

Blue Cooler

Blue cooler 'neath a lampshade

take up my elbow room,

and I've got to dance

through bicycle wheels

to get to the bathroom.

Shovels and picks strung up from the ceiling

scissor through the head room

of my conference room

in my make-beleive-corporation room,

my adult clubhouse.

A Quickie on Space Cowboys

I apologize for being so late. Arabian Nights has asked a lot from me. I owe 18, including this poem. I'll tackle'm!

A Quickie on Space Cowboys

Blistering 'cross the stars,

they may outrun light itself,

but can't escape what's in their hearts.