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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