Philosopher

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Sartoricide

Well-worn eyes sewn to their last stitch
Wrinkled hands softly press depressed
Button-lipped his craft once filled a niche
But now he wears his tears close to the vest

The cutter cut his cord right through with a scissors
The thread of life not worth all the cuffs he measured

Tailored for failure he fell on needles and pins
Fit to be suited and grief-torn at the seams
Hemmed by loss, the darner pinched and pinned
Invested lawsuit garnered all his dreams

The cutter cut his cord right through with a scissors
The thread of life not worth all the cuffs he measured

 

Ruler’s End

We are measured by mortality
We feel the inner pinch by inch
Failing by our finality
We’re taken inside by a cinch

The scales are tipped against us
We pay more than it costs
We’re beaten pound by pound
Then buried in the ground

Staggering the volume
Decibel sound for sound

The scales are tipped against us
We pay more than it costs
We’re beaten pound for pound
Then buried in the ground

Laughs and loves a dime a dozen
We think it goes on but it doesn’t

The scales are tipped against us
We pay more than it costs
We’re beaten pound for pound
Then buried in the ground

 

Car Commercial

A million ways to sell a car
Or hummer, truck, SUV, or jeep
They make it seem like such a deal (steal)
As if our gasoline was cheap

They show us how to destroy the earth
By jumping streams and woods
They boast the latest model, flying
While eco-system’s crying

 

Older Special Someone

The dating scene’s the shits for older guys
For women with kids it seems more like the runs
Dated by their lack of compromise
Their lovelorn pash is fated and begrudged

Can you keep the one who likes you?
Can you give the love you seek to lose?

Soul mate searching has implicit ends
That leaves one lonesome seeking better friends
To flirt with senior options seems too grim
While chances for a partner seem too slim

Can you keep the one who likes you?
Can you give the love you seek to lose?

 

Are We Explorers?

There is no limit to what we think
And that is what makes us human

There is a certain arrogance
That we belong with the stars
But vast space may reject us
Like a sliver in the skin of time

Gravity doesn’t just keep us down
But let’s us know what is solemn
Defying all limits has its limits
And keeps our feet on the ground

There is a certain arrogance
That we belong with the stars
But vast space may reject us
Like a sliver in the skin of time

But as we move off of our planet
Humility should fuel our rocket

There is a certain arrogance
That we belong with the stars
But vast space may reject us
Like a sliver in the skin of time

 

Avoirdupois

Metal, meat, and beans, and gold
By tons and pounds they’re sold

You sold me many things
The value of all your bling
I bought it all at cost
The price of profits lost

By weight not number or size
A metaphor for your lies

 

Dusk to Dusk

As I go to the wider night
And silence soothes the noise of life
And strings and songs alone recall
The smiles and sorrows of the soul
As light descends upon the shore
From night to morning through its door
And evening’s black brings others’ day
You’ll know my sun is on its way

 

Tocsin is the Tongue

Who would have thunk it?
But ain’t it not natural?
What, can’t I communicate?
I think you know what I mean

Agentives and datives are dated
The lay lie differences are all but fated
The who whom subject has faded, faded
The “proper” in language abated, abated

Who would have thunk it?
But ain’t it not natural?
What, can’t I communicate?
I think you know what I mean

Grammatical loss over-rated, rated
The pedants will never be sated, be sated
Our tongue and the future have mated, mated
Let the haters of change be jaded, be jaded

 

Bowed Box

Nothing left to mortgage
Nothing left to hide
A simple gesture hidden
Leaves the prize inside

Presents unwrapped showing
Presents’ blatant side
Put the inside outside
Leave the gift inside

 

Polly

He parrot mimicked every sound
From the doorbell to the phone
It said “hello, how are you”?
When guests came into town

She cultivated all its cries
While trying to hide her lies
But she went to prison when it said
“I’m glad my husband’s dead”

 

Luggage

Stuffed to the pack
With odds and ends
Parts of yourself
To take along

Things to pull in tow
But most remains behind

When the sun sets
Every city becomes the same

 

She Is Drunk

Slurring is not the half of it
Leg kicks, dancing moves that don’t allow
Handstands, that sort of thing
I think she’s traveling in a sidecar

Derailed slightly, wobbly tracks
Underestimated speed and force
Screams from other rooms
A crash is imminent

 

Peculiar

Often the smallest wounds hurt the most
The duller knife cuts the deepest
The middle of the back is the hardest place to scratch
The middle of the night, the hardest time to sleep