A Little Wisdom

You can be the hammer
Or you can be the nail

Get right with Jesus tonight
Down at the saloon

My Baby And Me

I make my baby sad
If she were a bird
She’d fly away
She ain't a bird
So she stays

I make my baby tired
She’s always picking up after me
She says I don’t try
I don’t disagree
But I could

I make my baby mad
If she were a lion
She’d bite off my head
She ain't a cat
I’ll drink to that

Anti - War Rally

On the sidewalk
In front of the
Biltmore Fashion Square mall

Angry citizens hold
Mundane
Redundant signs and glare.

I honk twice and
Salute.

I Hate Trains

The water is rising
The sun don’t shine

Since you left baby
The sun don’t shine

Your dog’s been howling
Like she got shot

Since you left baby
Your dog’s been howling all night

The rain won’t stop falling
A train whistle blows every night

Since you left baby
A train whistle blows and the rain won’t stop

A Very Short Essay About Art

My brother told me once that all art is flawed. My brother’s a smart guy and he’s probably right. So why write one poem, much less a book, or devote your life to creating something that will be inherently flawed?

Why do anything that isn't practical?

Money comes and goes, just like people and love and dope. A great poem stands alone forever in books all over this mean old world to be read and criticized long after the poor bastard that wrote it is dead. Most poems are bad but that’s not the point, we need those too. Without them how would we know what is good? Art is about the process. It's taking the chance that you’re wrong, and sometimes being right against incredible odds.

Night Scene

A street lamp

Illuminates
A tree

Outside my window
I watch

The night
Slide by

Like a
Sad
Old movie

Love Sick

My will has gone

North to die
Like a dog

Alone

You can only lose
So long

Fare thee well