go on
forever
although sometimes
it seems
like it does
some people
like dark clouds
looking to block
someone’s sunshine
somewhere
in the back of your mind
you have those plans;
you think about
where’d you go
down the road
it reaches out its hand
but you keep yours
in your pocket
the battery of my truck
died today
Friday night
we will be holding
a celebration of life
for it
open bar…
their souls remembered
a cold windy day
on the coast of old Belfast
in late November
‘neath the dark gray clouds
the pub is a warm respite
to brighten spirits
a rough night
at the roulette
table of life
it’s coming down
down and down
hard and harder
always bet on black
red
lay your money down
on red
black
puddles of woe
a flash flood
overflowing my boots
the broken glass
on the porch
the window now empty
the soul empty
darkest before the dawn
now it’s dark
dark and darker
darkest
grass being mowed
their remains lay on the curb
streetlight still shining
early morning walk
sun rises to greet new day
crows cawing in tree
Halloween frights
I had a friend
who always
hated
hated this time of year
feared it
people were always
coming around
trying to stick
a knife in him
his name was
Jack
Jack O’Lantern
one day they did
stick a knife
in him
top of his head
disemboweled him
carved him up
put a candle in him
put him on their porch
he was there for a
week or two
then somebody smashed
his body
on the sidewalk
desecrated his corpse
truly a sad ending