Tag Archive: Poetry


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.

I strike a spark
in the dark,
words aflame,
eliminate shame.

Writing of
things unseen,
as if they were real;
all in all,
a looking glass feel.

Alas, in wonderment,
the words they abound,
binding deep wounds,
when the King
is in town.

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.

Massive hands
hold these tears,
shed in pain,
anguish,
of being.

Glazed, blinking
orbs, seek
His face,
heart wracked,
laden.

I clap
my hands,
“Snap out of it!”