Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Workday Stray Way

Some way
that always loves a walk;
that spark of will
that lets us step away,
and nobly salvage
a scrap of our day

Gathering purpose
with every stride,
our covert rebellion
a source of pride.

Living for the journey;
For these moments are fleeting.
The fire stays alive
when the soul takes a beating. 

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Viking Diaper Skills

day worn and battle weary
returning from the fight after dark
even tantrums and night soil
is a hearty welcome home

life messes
a blessed test
to slay and bleed
and be the best

the line in the sand
the blood, iron and land
you can’t save your people
without conquering
the mini van

mastering each day anew
to be the stoic, strong and few 

Friday, September 9, 2016

Battleships of Union Street

aglow in the night
and early morn
blaze of light rumbling by
flushed with bustling humanity

vessel for the warrior poets
out to scrap for daily bread,
home for those
touched by the mark
with dreams dancing dark
in their troubled heads

roving land ships
loaded with joy pirates
teeming with mind crime galley slaves
soldiers in the hand-to-mouth
soulgrinding slow motion suicide
and poison pen samurai
ready for the best defense

somewhere shuffling home
is our tragic poetic overlord
looking for his children
and planning 
the next artistic holy war

Friday, September 2, 2016


the promise of future fire
in the night-ripe sky
burns its mark
on our slumber

the pull
to be that knowing passenger
feeling the alien hum
and know the power

to throw the dice
and risk your neck,
the cusp and taste
            of death
lets you truly live