Tuesday, August 31, 2010


If it makes you happy,
who am I
to argue. It's your life.

Monday, August 23, 2010

...with a smile

Covered in grease, she walked down the aisle,
that brown-haired girl who had such style.
Coffee in hand, she hummed all the while.
And poured with a smile, poured with a smile.

He sat alone and asked for some cream,
that dark-skinned man who'd lost all his steam
just fighting for his right to redeem
the American dream, the American dream.


His friends and family gathered
to see him
smile just one more time.

Thursday, August 19, 2010


She knelt at his feet
and wiped them
with her long brown hair.

Her sister began to complain.
He told her
that this was real love.


She serviced men in the
truck stop restroom.
Never knew she deserved more.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


The bitter words had barely
left my lips
before I wanted them back.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Chop Shop

24 times today
I've been sold
the Lap-Band

24 times I've
sold myself to
a band of thieves

24 times they
have lapped me
up like thirsty camels

who would shrink
my humps to fill
their own

Buy me

We shop for trays and
shop for praise.
Anything to fill the emptiness.

Monday, August 2, 2010


There was a time
when sweat covered
your back and
rolled off your
shoulders like a
glass of iced tea
perspiring in the
summer sun

There was a time
when the heat
in your eyes
sweltered like an
August afternoon
drenching our sheets
with the sweet
sweat of summer love

A tall drink of water

I drank you in
like a long sip of gin
from a sweating ice-filled tumbler


Never Say a Commonplace Thing © 2010

Blogger Templates by Splashy Templates