poemetry

the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.

2021-1-21

sitting in my room
waiting for the snow to come,
but it may be
a week away.
that’s ok….

2021-1-17

i’d like to think better of myself,
but i find that’s hard to do
given that its me.
my long habit,
my comfort zone….

2021-1-10

the window, open
by my head
as i wait for sleep,
cool air and warm coverings,
but sleep just doesn’t….

2021-1-3

the new year tells me
i’m that much closer
to the end of everything.
as if i needed
that obvious reminder.

2020-12-30

tik-tok
is not the sound
of days
falling behind
into the past….

2020-12-29

the crazies
and their schemey dreams
of shots fired
into the snarling face
of lawful tyranny….

2020-12-22

so many things
i could do today.
so many options!
i could, of course, die.
not my first choice….

2020-12-11

my tea
is about
three degrees
too cool
and that….

2020-12-7

someday
i will not be tired.
i am not
looking forward
to that day….

2020-12-5

i write with fear,
always with fear,
which is funny
since i only write
the words….

2020-12-4

i have never been
a tough person.
i quit when things get hard.
i cry easily for myself.
i hide so i can pretend to be safe.

2020-12-1

was that junior high cafeteria
really that big?
were there really that many kids
all looking at me,
all laughing at the sorry loser….

2020-11-27

i opened my eyes
(at last)
and did not like
what i saw.
it got no better….

2020-11-18

you never know
when you’ve going to write
the best thing you will ever write
in your whole life.
you never know….

2020-11-15

i did not learn
as a child
how to be
healthy & strong,
my own person.
1 2 3 10