devildog moon...

devil dog rides
on all fours tonight
he dreams of the moon,
the delights of the lunarisms.
perhaps tomorrow
he'll finally tell master
that he will no longer
fetch the paper,
roll over,
or beg...

instead,
he'll rip out
the throat of his
tormentor

maybe then the voices will stop
while he howls at the too high too bright
moon.

"Grounded"

how can
your mouth
(that soft red lipped mouth)
issue the
razor sharp ego-crushing
weighted bludgeoning
torment
with but a puff of breath?
perhaps it's the added
velocity of hardly
hidden contempt
that makes it so
much more
emasculating.

rational....

I'm very rational

and impartial

except when it comes

to deciding if I should

act in

a rational manner

I get upset

it shouldn't be so

difficult to

get along with me

BUT

I argue and debate

contradict myself

lie to myself

worse

I believe

myself

lose my impartiality

makes me no better

than those folks

who used to burn people

at the stake

for being witches

when all they were

was irrational

wait

hold on

do you smell smoke?

Or maybe it's a better neighboorhood...

some fear 

falling into

the infinite possibilities

like love

401k plan

children

death

you could be locked in.

trapped in the revolving cycle

where it isn't about you 

anymore...

oh, my;

waaaaah.

quit the whining

you make choices

live with it

you could be

dead

i mean,

what if they play

Barry Manilow

in heaven

infinitively? 

....on a stick....

walking 

early evening

heard your voice in

my memory

"Look, look up! 

See all those stars!!!!"

looked up

all I saw

was a stick

to hang my heart on

How old...?

(dedicated to my faithful companion, Leica, who turned 9 years old on March 11)

...How old...?

now,

if a year to you

is 7 and-a-half weeks

to me,

then that makes you....?

hmmmmmmm....

(older than me...)

Sixty-three!?!?!

how can that be!?

weren't you just a small ball

of fur and fury?

Happy birthday, Dawg!

If God is good to me

maybe I'll look so good at your age...

ghosts.....

ghosts....

thought i saw you the other day
by the side of the road
we used to walk on
the one i was on when i learned
that you weren't coming back

not certain it was you
hard to tell in the fog
that covers my mind
can't be sure of much of anything
except that
i'm no longer
sure of anything

could've been you

perhaps it was just
your ghost
maybe a ghost
who looks like you did
15 years ago

dreamgirl....

the girl of my dreams

has no face

she never cries or frowns

she can't smile

i try to wake up

she has nothing

on which

to put her makeup

i hope i wake up

before she asks me

how she looks...

Eat me....

Appetite

i hope the reason for my mood

isn't centered in my food

for if indeed i'm what i ate

then i'm bad for me

but i taste great

a piece of pizza

unbuttered bread

if what i eat is

what i said

then all my words

are food for thought...

now

will you eat me?

i thought not

#$@!%$ birds....

we went out

a walk

your quiet voice

swung hard and heavy

my back was broken

(the impact of the your words)

the muffled crack

of my spine and confidence

being snapped in half

i lay on the ground

weeping

"...can't move my legs..."

i could hear

your voice saying;

"Oh! Look at all the birds!"

the quiet under the stairs...

in the silence

with unuttered words

hanging like cobwebs under stairways

where you find old things

that remind you

of how noisy we

used to be

sitting in the dark

can you hear the silence screaming?

knowing that if you gave voice to 

the feelings

you'd most likely scream

your life right out

into the dark

and never

find it again...

Reaching out of the hole....

My hand feels the sunlight 

before my

eyes can see it...

if you remember my

name

don't step on my fingers as 

you say it under your

breath

as if you tasted something

foul...

why did I leave my hole?

at least I knew what was in

there...