My window breaks

as I stare out

What I see won’t

look back at me

The air is dry

through all the cracks

What is there left

on the side I can’t see?

Even the clouds

fail to appear

the closer I pull my chair near

No birds do sing

Awakening heart-strings

Yet, while I stand for this

it pains me to see nothingness


There go the lies



Is there someone

something willing

to draw my shade

so I can be

what I can be

though I can’t believe

the color of my sleeve

after I grieve?

My window breaks

when I look out

And I can’t tell

what’s looking back at me

When Suckers Suck Suckers

When suckers suck suckers

The wrapper must come off

Because If it doesn’t

Can you guess who will cough


Gagging may be one thing

How many licks is another

And when tastes start changing

Something else lurks under cover


For a trick to be tricked

And teased and poked

Becomes a pleasure to be kicked

While swallowing and choked


When suckers suck suckers

eyes roll up in their head

Leaving color on their puckers

Not always bloodshot red


A sheer delight

to be on the receiving end

But even the careful do bite

their closest and dear friend