Donald Trump tugs on the reins of world order, walls and tariffs on someone else's dime.   Green lands and green bills belong only for those bleeding stars and stripes forget about merit.   A worrisome precedent for progress.

Chaos floods the drain to the sea where light pollution hides stars. and crashing waves accompany eternal darkness.   Chirping birds call numbly in the cold mist while vagrants bundle in the sand as worries exile beyond the horizon and warmth blankets bones.      

Frolicking I wish I were until the end of time. Instead here I lay head-high in muck and grime.   A song I hope will stir these limbs of lead, ere my heart deny the volition of my head.   How does a man become a boy and fist a pile of hay skip in a … Continue reading Dreams for a heavy soul →

Shall we raise our glasses to sentiment uncaptured in the Hope that bygone woe fades like a spent cigarette butt?   "Laugh ye scalawag, and take they wench by her handles!"   Drown my emptiness with indulgence while I feign interest in your bravado, twiddling my fingers in pockets of CHANGE and find meaning in … Continue reading Slithering Whispers →

Who can say how the palm frond will fall wrapped delicately around a stone fountain like the outstretched arms of the sistine chapel.   Anymore who can say how the market will turn, whether Apple will rise or facebook will fall like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide.   I lay reclined at … Continue reading Fateful Coincidences →

Infinite and blue glimmering under sun or moon her love is an ocean. Storms rage in the distant past frothing crests and deep troughs undulating ripples today. Like a rock on the Shore her steady flow eroded My edges into a fine sand. Grateful of the storms, now I shine in the sun and admire … Continue reading Her Love an Ocean →

Beguiling eyes betrayed her glowing smile. No amount of Crest could hide an absent father and jealous mother lurking behind hazels.   She commanded attention: red stilettos, a mini skirt, legs for miles. Long fingers artfully cradled a dirty martini. She...bitter as an unpitted olive.   "This one's for Jagger,"   Her friend folded napkins … Continue reading Origami Napkins →