Lawns

Lawns
Insidious grass farms
Since the fall of man
Millions of little green leeches
Sucking life from the earth
And from husbands
We chop off their heads
With rolling, gas-powered guillotines
The cannibals chow down
And rise again
Bristling with defiance
In the wind

Mid-year Resolution Revision

Today's post will be an announcement rather than a poem.  Week #26 just blew past, meaning we're halfway through the new year.  I'm sure you've noticed that I've been getting a bit lax in my postings lately.  I'll miss a day or two, then come back with some sort of defensive jingle- that doesn't necessarily mean I didn't write that day, but  not everything I pen is meant for the public domain.

In addition to the fact that I am about to return to the bleeding first draft of my novel, and will be spending a lot of time editing, lately I've been itching to dig deeper putting more time and soul into my poetry.  From week 27 onward I will be focusing more on quality and less on quantity.  I will be writing or editing almost every day, but you can expect at least one or two postings per week rather than seven-  hopefully they will be of a higher caliber than most of the off-beat nursery rhymes I've been hammering out after I should be in bed.

Thanks to everyone reading!

Written last weekend while backpacking on the West Rim Trail in PA:

The Darkening

Sunbeams bow to dusk
faster in a forest.
Leaf canopies darken and melt
merging like the fern sea below.
Winds give life to green waves.
A sole sparrow's spirited melody
accents the creek's constant chord
beckoning a blackness
only flickering orange flames
hold at bay.

Wedding Fruit

Opposite of an antelope,
We have the cantaloupe.
Fruit of the union
Subsidized
By David's Bridal.
Cantaloupe
The fuel for
Wedding planners,
Singers, brides
And pastors.
Cantaloupe
Loved by all
Cake decorators,
Punch providers,
White frosting makers.
Cantaloupe
Is truly loved
By tuxedo seamsters,
Picky mothers,
Unity candle
Tallow smugglers
Cantaloupe.

My Biker Face

I've gone and shaved my head today
But allowed the monstrous beard to stay
I don't look like Jesus anymore,
I should get a job at a Harley store.

Yesterday's

Yesterday's poem is a bit late, but here it is-  sent to a buddy of mine via text.

Jesse, now he's quite a runner
He actually finds nothing funner
Than pounding out miles
While remaining all smiles
Only stopping, for him, is a bummer.

Cliff Dreams

I've been watching the rock climbers,
those lizards on YouTube,
slinking up cliffs
as fast as I'd slide down lubed.
My soda-straw arms
just need a little work
so give me a few months-
I'll be a cliff-monkey too.

In Washington

Pushing for power
On our growing tabs and
Living like kings, they're
Inventing new problems
To fix to their credit.
Instead of just
Culling the waste
In the system, they're
All about finding a
New way to
Spread it.