My Derby Hat


See You turn Left
Knowing You would tell me
that You went right
How could You not see me
I was right behind You
I had the look
You know
The walk
The wave
The Yell
All that I wore
wasn’t even
It’s off to the races I go
I anticipate the winner
Without the hype
My brim is Best In Show
And still You would tell me
Show me
That I am not
It’s my horse that’s faltered
The pasture is calling
You jumped the gun
Glad I bet against you
I liked the odds
And I wear it so well

100 Metropolitan Parkway


I saw him wait

and say,

“Is he worth it?”

3 o’clock is

witching hour

What a time for

an interview

He watched

as the devil he is

And he got out

of his leased ride

and hid his face

from me

That’s when I knew

how the interview would

proceed

How metropolitan

the melting pot

that would welcome

all that is light and tight

with a dark love

waiting

hoping

thinking

praying

How handsome is

as handsome does

to represent

the parking lot

as well as the

company’s name

Sealed with a shake

may the hand fail to break

dispelling myths

teetering on the cliffs

What a good sign

that your car was in line

When even though

he needs your mind

following directions

to perfections

You don’t take the same door

Could there be more?

Maybe the interview

goes long past four

and you exit through the back door

with a pay on the back

and papers in a stack

Until the cup is empty


Like coffee grounds

You have changed your course

To flow into the pot

that you want to be a part of

To become the perfect brew

a little color and specter is added

to your impression

While you add your own sugar

depending on what catches you

You are taken in according to your warmth

Special attention paid to your burn

Then, when you become perfect

siphoned are you

Until the icing is seen at the bottom

You are spent for your flavor

your packaging, act of mouth

As silent as you are

As silent as you can be

Still, you are swallowed however whole

Soothing their craving

Like impregnating the barren

by every fiber of nature

Amidst arrogance

Until you can do no more

followed by a chaser just like you

Dripped from the same grinder

Maybe I’ll Be Fine


All communication lost

You took away from me

What can I do

To make it stay

To make you play

To make you say

Hello, again?

 

No more clicking

Or ticking

Seems like someone’s picking

On me for no reason

In this season

Of heartache

And heartbreak

 

Can you take a little time

To tell me of my crime

I’m sorry, if I got out of line

Maybe I’ll be fine

If I show you your shrine

Maybe I’ll be fine

If I drink some wine

 

I won’t point out any flaws

Just because

You made so many laws

With all those hidden clauses

And dotted pauses

Where I did sign

Maybe I’ll be fine

 

Maybe I’ll be fine

If you sign

Mine

If you sign mine

If you have the time

Can you sign?

I’m running out of time

I Tried To Be Perfect


You put me here

 for a reason

though it may not have been

the right season

I had no fear

 

I listen to the sound

Of their voices

And what I found

Were many, different choices

 

Some found their own way

Others refused to say

Lives floated like a bay

Awakening to fears and pain every day

 

I did my best

To pass your test

But as my heart and smile reflect

I tried to be perfect

 

Though it was my mind

That kept me kind

More indifference

Would I find

 

But I can’t blame them

For another sad church hymn

Souls don’t change with time

They’re just the blind leading the blind

 

If I ask for rest

After I confess

Will you shed your light

With all your might

 

I did my best

To pass your test

But as my heart and smile reflect

Father, I tried to be perfect

 

A Real Doll


 

A Japanese doll in kimono with fan.

 

I joined the group

 

of life-like dolls

 

Useless was talk

 

As my look said it all

 

 

 

They dressed me up

 

And dressed me down

 

I was the life

 

They could not have

 

 

 

Their mind was me

 

Never trouble

 

If left behind

 

How insecure

 

 

 

Flawless beauty

 

Who wants to make believe

 

Silky spun dreams

 

Ever so sweet

 

 

 

Permanent member of the club

 

That demands a still heart

 

Low me low I don’t see

 

Raise me up to the world

 

 

 

Price me

 

Value my true maker

 

Break me

 

Must be insured

 

 

 

I melt with you

 

If we should burn

 

Shattered fine glass

 

Like bone to ash

 

 

 

To hold me

 

To love me

 

So in spite of

 

Then because of

 

It all