Prancing Thru the Barnyard
Every time
I’m ready
to accept
that my
life is
about over
a beautiful
woman comes
drifting in
& I
throw my
head back,
crow like
a rooster,
& go
prancing off
thru the
barnyard.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
talking with animals
Talking with Animals
If you
can’t communicate
with animals
you will
never
be happy.
Filed under poems & short jabs
looking up old friends
Looking Up Old Friends
Do you
still have
people you
can talk
with I
asked &
he said
get off
my property.
Filed under poems & short jabs
gaining fame
Gaining Fame
There are
writers who’ve
gained literary
reputations for
no reason
other than
they live in
San Francisco.
Filed under poems & short jabs
blisters on my fingers
Blisters on My Fingers
Short jabs
are summations.
Shards are
elaborations.
The rest
is speculation.
Blisters on
my fingers,
stranded halfway
thru a
Vision Quest.
Filed under poems & short jabs
the art of getting a good night’s sleep
Photo by Katrina Corrigan
The Art of Getting a Good Night’s Sleep
Close your
eyes before
the dread
sets in.
Filed under poems & short jabs
