I sit and watch the tumble weed

Stampeding patiently across the street

The town used to be full

Children playing hide n seek

Cars inching across the tarmac

Sellers flaunting wares

Couples walking in pairs

Flowers and leaves dancing in the breeze to unheard music

But that was then

And this is now

Then the storm happened

It battered the town and shook the houses

Broke windows and fell trees

And there I was rushing home

Trying to beat the impending doom

Running and falling

Trying to reach home

And the storm raced before me

Battered and shook

Howling and stomping

And shattered our windows

The townspeople fled

All the same night

While I begged them to stay

The little child down the street was last

Wiping tears and dust

The thunder laughed

The lightning took a picture

All said, all done

Beside the house I sit

Watching for the storm

Praying you come back.


The fine print

Funerals aren’t for the dead

They’re for the living to gather and break bread

To shed tears in solemn silence

While scheming relatives mark available property

Birthdays arent for the babies,

They’re for the friends to compare

Contrast and take notes

While the baby contemplates

The yearly reminder of their approaching death.

Weddings aren’t for the bride and groom

They’re for family and friends

Caught up in the minutiae

Sizing up the backgrounds of the other

While searching for probable mates

And an excuse to drink and ogle the bride

One last time.

Graduations arent for students

They’re for parents

Celebrating their validation at having successfully raised a human being

All the while struggling to make them not die

Showing off their offspring as successful

In a tandem bid to jealous-ify their friends and relatives

Elections arent for the voters

Theyre for politicians

Clawing for power and office

A peekaboo game

Here for campaigns

Gone for 5 years

Till next time.

Let me fix that. 

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She feels dead inside

The light of her solitary candle flickers


For a moment she’s at peace

But off it goes


With it the last vestiges of love and care go

Into the dark recesses of her heart and soul

Carrying on its ethereal wings

All the joy and happiness she has

Leaving behind 

In its wake a growing, gnawing 

Darkness evolving

Showering and blanketing

Smothering her insides
She’s dead inside 

At a bar

Two knuckles of ice and a martini please

A flask of whiskey

A sliver of rum

She wants to get high tonight

Just like every night

Trying to ignore 

Scrambling to forego 

The luscious


Juicy and invitingly haunting darkness within

A room for two please 

No room for this piece

Not this peace

Calm and collected

Dazed and reflecting


Comfort from the loins of the glass

Escape in the guy at the bar’s end, arms, 
She died inside

Cemetery of her love frozen over


Dreaming of her young love

Premature love that was 4 years too late

Walk me to my gate

Bang on the grate

My names Cate

I dont sex now, not till its late

Says he, she doesn’t want to wait

But this smile

This stubborn awesome smile

Stop this ache

Permafrost dissolve

I’m told

To wait? 

What are these words he spake 

Somewhere in the desert

Oasis takes shape
She’s smiling inside

He’s her bona fide

Partner in crime

Have something fried

I hate you because I tried

But you insisted 

Controllingly resisted

Gained access to my existence

And instead

Of being mopey and conflicted

Now Im happy, joy afflicted

I think that

You hid a flower thinking its dead

But what you didnt know 

Nurture and love was all it needed

To feel that

It could blossom and be 

The most beautiful thing

For sore eyes, my sight to see

Youve been hurting too long

Now come here

Let me fix that.”