Lackluster Moon

The lunar orb lacks luster
compared to my thoughts.
What once mesmerized
my nights, now disturbs
each sleepless moment.

I bury my head under pillows
and my body under blankets.
My bed is my shallow grave,
but my soul is tormented
since it can't depart my body.

The lackluster moon haunts
my purgatory much
like a poltergeist in search
of an unsuspecting victim.
But, I know he watches

and waits for only me.

I Stare At the Moon

I sit with my hair in a towel, fresh from the shower,
and seriously contemplate the moon.

Consider those craters to humor only me.
There's no movement on the lunar surface.
Quite positively insidious poets eat cheese
from the inside to the out and cause the surface
to pucker to form giant recesses in the whole.
At the same time, I sink to apathy in my solitude.

Let the gluttons reach the apex
and show their professed abilities
to defy the gravity of the atmosphere
by making themselves known to the masses.

Remember When?

Remember when
it was fun to make mud pies?
Goo could ooze between
fingers and even toes
and life was good.

Somehow mud pies
no longer appeal.
Dirt seems dirtier
and soap my friend.
Even snow angels
are too much trouble.

This is the price
of getting older.

Write an Image

Write with a passion
what you know—what makes most sense.
Paint pictures today.

Make me a mountain sunset
with your watercolor words.

For Mike

Today is such a big day
in your young life.
You've gone
from "uncle"
to "dad"
at the fate of the court.

All of your hard work,
persistence, love, and money
have paid off.
Your sister couldn't have
asked for more.
Most of all, your belief
in the good things in life
have saved you both.

Look forward
with pride and hope.
You have
a wonderful son
and he,
a perfect father.

Planetary Guidance

You,

cut off

from the world

by life disturbed.

Find solace in these celestial movements.

Rudolph

a brightly red tip
and matching tender moustache
cover my a-choos

The Storm

I deflect lightning easily;
I'm on a mission
and I'm almost out of time.

I squat and peer
into the darkness
to get my bearings
and forge onward.

The storm, behind me,
presses me forward--
as if I need to be urged.
I must find him
before it is too late.

Light peeks between angry
clouds in the distance.
Thunder claps one last time
as daylight flickers and lingers.

I awake with a feeling of defeat;
I didn't complete my task.
I'm not even sure what it was.