
Existence
It’s a
lonely place,
to be.

Batting
close to
a thousand for
ten years
straight he
became the
first writer
to get
investigated
for steroids.
Filed under poems & short jabs

There must be
some way to
get thru to
the masses
besides
chopping off
your toes &
yodeling the
National Anthem.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Every time you
change your
environment
you open
new options
for death.
Filed under poems & short jabs

You can’t
let go of
your dreams.
You never
had hold
of them to
begin with.
They just
pass thru
your life
like clouds.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Me &
all my
compatriots
still alive
singing our
swan song
on the
yellow line
of
rush hour
traffic.
Filed under poems & short jabs