Note to Self

Be just as true
as true can be.
Don’t act so blue
when all you see
are people taking cue
from the busy bees.

It’s so much better,
living without fetters.


Oh, That Thing Called Meter

This thing called meter,
I do not understand.
I feel like a cheater,
Or that I should be canned,
Whenever I totter or teeter
On the meter as planned.
But at least I am trying
To stick with the rhyming.


Highway Thirty-Five

I won’t
Ever forget
That I was the one who
Pulled you from the wreckage I found
You in

Metal coffin
I beg for mercy with
Mute lips, pleading freedom from your

Watch them
Pull you out and
Set you back on corporeal
Ground. I don’t think they know who put
You there

NaPoWriMo, Trifecta

He Liked To See It Fall

She never could understand why
he was always throwing away
the hard-earned money they needed,
but he knew why he did it.

He was always throwing away,
the money she claimed they needed.
But he knew why he did it,
you see, he like to see it fall.

The money she claimed they needed
was never around for long.
You see, he liked to see it rain
from the balcony where they lived.

It was never around for long,
he always made sure of that.
From the balcony where they lived,
he saved every last dollar.

He always made sure that
the hard-earned money they needed
was saved. Every last dollar.
She never would understand why.

Forgot to make it “rain,” so¬† a little change to make things more Trifecta.