We all watch as the hobo crosses All of us in cars And in a hurry He’s limping, walking real slow So inconvenient “Hobo” isn’t the word most of us use It varies “Bum”, “homeless person”, “that poor man” He’s carrying clear bags, with clothes in them Probably ripped, like the pants he has on […]
Bus Poem
On the bus without a bookA dismal opportunity My mind seeks input, activity(People-watching seems unwelcome here)Maybe I could meditateOr try a road gameMaybe I could write a poemOn my tinyShopping-list pad Hmm, not a badIdea, though too precious by a fewI’d want to somehow make it newSkip the rhymesBreak patterns Next to meKid has a […]
Dragon Remote Microphoem
This is my firstvoice recognition poem.Conveyed via robot messengerdeemed through the air in real timeon the sugar I sitshooting out thoughtsand shipmeanwhile on my screen 20 feet away through three wallsa poetic masterpieceof the modern agetranslated via Dragonin conveying little to nothing.
Cooking Monster
Tell me nothing more please Information burks my head Surpulsing commitments Seething seeking out my eyes As I wander or pace (hard to call it) The answers The clicking together The perfect assembly It’s out there somewhere My seething seeking eyes Simply serve as surrogates It’s my brain that’s boiling My eyes merely […]
Slow Squirrel
What’s up, slow squirrel? Oh, now you’re fast. I thought you were just going to stand there While I walked past.
Ensnared in my regrets, I see…
Ensnared in my regrets, I see A bitter face looking back at me The face is my own, and the bitter is too And my regrets ensnaring me is nothing new But something is rising—or rising again My strength is returning like a long lost friend Like a long lost friend who has shown up […]
Breakthrough
Duct-taped doorknob Trash is my home I’m broke and alone I hate the fucking phone Leave a message at the tone And I won’t get back to you Because my self-contempt Is breaking through
Hello! My name is…Poem
A poem Of a truly poetic nature Would never refer to itself Instead it would stay at the cusp of the day filling up a drop of dew that hangs from a lonely leaf always hanging, never dropping Until a persistent ray Of warmthening sun Would rise above itself To meet the challenge Steaming That […]