Category: Human Condition


             
                                                         
                                                              
                                                                                               
A                                     lone                                petal                 
                                                                                                  
                survives                                                                                                                
                                   the    
                                    
                                      storm...                                         
       

Painted toes
reveal her mood,
bespeckled flecks,
a Swedish brew;
singing to the 9,
a midnight tune;
dreams gone
astray,
moments too
soon, wondering
in the night,
will he be
all right?
Tossing and
yearning,
inwardly
burning, of
days gone
by- secretly
hurting.

Late-night Forays

a scan and a beep,
makes suits leap,
business wanna boom,
spreading toxic gloom;
wash your hands,
avoid the tomb.

Dollars go, “ka ching!”
“ka ching!” Walking
in your bling
ring
ring
ring-
Wash ya
face.