you've got a friend.... |
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:32:00 GMT |
"just" us |
the scales of "just" ustilted weighed down the police "bust"usthere is no justicewhen some walk freeand then "arrest" the rest of uslocked upthere is no exitwhen justice drops the keythe scales of "ju...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 17:29:00 GMT |
route somewhere usa |
at greyhound's midnight stationon route somewhere USAshe has a worn blue denim bagwhich holds a torn white nightie,mascara, and some old musk spray.traveling miles from nowheremeeting men who never st...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 16:05:00 GMT |
he gave her flowers (dedicated to linda e.) |
He Gave Her Flowers he gave her a precious flowercrisp and new ..a baby's breathsymbolizing the preciousness of their vowsnot to part until their death.he gave her a brand new flower'cause...their new...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 19:11:00 GMT |
mama's kitchen |
scented spicesaromasspreadroom to roomher cooking comforted,caressed the soul ofmy childhoodwhile stirring a potroast and fresh greenshumming a favorite show tunei would wait knowing she'd soon approa...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 15:23:00 GMT |
only one situation away |
the phone ringsa voice , solemn, states tragic newsshe grabs her purseand slips into the closest running shoes.the mail comes silence , as she scans the words alone3 months behindand $330 dueon her di...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 09:01:00 GMT |
poem |
covered by this blanketit's one of those dark and dismal daysweighted downsmotheredi know that out there...somewheresunlight/freedom existsbeyond this fogbut nothing is visiblei see only the phantom s...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 19:16:00 GMT |
rotary dial phones...am i the only one who misses them? |
i remember when those first mobile phones became available...large bulky attache cases... i carried one....though i rarely used it. now sleek , slim. colorful models replace those cumbersome objects.....
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 16:27:00 GMT |
3:33 am |
at 3:33 a.m a baker rolls doughnewsday's are tossed upon worn stoops cross townand it's not too early for the sparrow to singher welcome song of tomorrow.at 3:33 a.m an infant whimpers as his brother ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 15:25:00 GMT |
mr immigration man |
you think that you hold the keys to my lifeopening the door and just barging inbecoming familiar with gestures...posture probing to unveil the most private detailsyou think that you hold my heart in y...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 04:20:00 GMT |
