While flying a mission to space
To study this most quiet place
There was a loud scream
Then seen on the screen
A mysterious ugly face
Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
The space mission.
June 7, 2017Under investigation by the Secret Service.
June 3, 2017This blog is under investigation
By the Secret Service
After the thorough investigation
From the FBI
Following the exhaustive investigation
By the sheriff’s office
Responding to the investigation
Concluded by the city police
That began the investigation
From an irate citizen
Demanding an investigation
After noticing a misspelled werd
The boss wants to see me.
May 27, 2017the boss wants to see me
why am i nervous
i didn’t do anything
i never do anything
The last train out of Miami.
May 22, 2017Aboard the last train
Out of Miami
As it rides
Into the night
Past the streaking lights
Bearing the last remnants
Of another hectic day
Yet I pay them no heed
My day is done
Nothing to do now
But listen to the wisdom
Of the train
I sit back
Relax
And enjoy the ride
Into the calm night
Bad news from the surgeon.
May 19, 2017“Bad news,” said a sad Dr. Hune,
“The surgery ended too soon.
We barely got started
Just when your spouse farted,
We fled from the obnoxious fumes.”
In the surgery waiting room.
May 19, 2017In a frigid room
Of fluorescent sunshine
These people sit in silence
In sympathetic chairs
Their lives on hold
Hoping for the best
United in their agonizing wait
While their loved ones
Sleep under skillful blades
Just down the hall
The TV on the wall
Tries to divert the tension in the room
With shows everyone would rather watch at home
But the phones save the day
As long as they have power
Able to ease the day’s worries
Of those seated in silence
United in their agonizing wait
While their loved ones
Sleep under skillful blades
Just down the hall
The hours are long
Every second a nervous step forward
With cautious optimism
Waiting for the surgeon to come
And say it all went well
But for now
They sit in silence
United in their agonizing wait
While their loved ones
Sleep under skillful blades
Just down the hall
Confused realities.
May 18, 2017Got everything we need
We’re ready to go
The front door opens
To let in the sun
We step outside
And face the day
Suddenly
I feel something
Rubbing my leg
I open my eyes
It’s morning
I’m in bed
My wife just woke me up
What just happened
The Big Bang Channel.
May 12, 2017Flipping through the channels
There’s nothing on
Whoa
What’s this
White noise
No
Not just white noise
The Big Bang Channel
Broadcasting from the beginning of time
Showing me how it all began
The universe
The stars
The planets
Life on Earth
Ah
So that’s how it all began
Now I know
Throne of Solitude.
May 12, 2017My waking hours consumed
Collection calls, stress, depression
No promising leads
Minute by agonizing minute
Uncertain about which way to go
Life at a dead end
Yet I still sit on my throne
My throne of solitude
Noisy farts in its porcelain chamber
I sit on my throne
For a brief excursion
Of a loud explosion
Of gas from my butt
Frustrated persistence.
May 11, 2017on top of organized trust
of stale aroma
in a condemned hunger
they don’t understand musical strings
the silence of squishy excuses
they speak of fancy scum
it sounds like a obstructed administration
without black choices
of flowing silence
