Counter Dash

The final moments of the day

Ticking away

Like a water drop 

Making its way to the bottom of the glass

Upon the counter it will dash

And be wiped away

Into yet another day

And just when you start to smirk 

And grin

The sun will rise

And we all do it again

  

The Song

It just stuck

Inside my ears

The melody rang clear

Concise and proper

The song I have to admit

Was quite a show stopper

Such a wonder to behold 

A song could produce such gaping holes

In the psyche of mankind

Womankind

Any kind 

Words piercing and true

Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem

All undone

In just one 

Song

Sung
  

The Mass Expanse

Oh the mass expanse

Leaving with more questions

Than response

More wonder

Than commonness

Untapped full potential

Sky lark 

Singing confusing poems

In the limitless above

I take for granted 

The monstrosity 

Of eternal

Infinite

Can be distracting

When I look above me 

I can not imagine that to be

Eternity

Eternally confused

This massive expanse can only provide

More questions and confuse

So universe I must ask you

How infinite can you be

Without anyone understanding thee 

I Owe You a Stare

I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare

Balance of the Night

Radiant blue on crisp white

Bright

Bridges at night

City comforts on the side

This time

This night

My wife and I hold tight

Clean cement under warm winter skies

Our feet tap the pavement

Like full bellied 

Petite

Mice

We balance love work and 

Life

Tonight

Deconstructing a Breakdown

Deconstructing a breakdown

Unfounded infatuation

With the untrue

Unthinkable

Undue

Imbued 

To move

Substantiated grooves

I was willing 

Hoping 

To understand

Complicated contraband 

She awaited the moment 

Dissolved opponents 

Of complicated nature

Unnatural 

Unplanned

Taking up questions

At hand

Manifesting the desire

Holding on to the wire

Illumination of the heart

Complicated art or discussion

Modern art

European or Russian

Black lines heavy when drew

Sitting in this car

Me and you

Triangulate

The random 

In the mundane

The frustrating 

Profane

Jump through these hoops

Sell your soul for a dollar

Your body will commit

Your mind will holler

What is the ends

To a road that bends

From end to end

These questions triangulate

For surveying eyes

My plan in a Trojan horse 

Disguise

I surmise

That there is an offer on the table

Give up pursuits for pleasure

Money the real yardstick measure

Unworthy parasites

Living life through condemning eyes

I can not let the peanut galleries 

Hopeless ensue

A wobbly table they set their lives on

I must admit

I think they

We’re wrong

Heavy Curvy Piece

Privately I sort each piece of lettuce

Each heavy curvy piece

Selected

There is no ill questions of

The purpose

My unequalled attention to detail

Yet so menial

My mess-up is real

Contemplated

With retentive love

Unequaled

But with each question

I stop to try and answer

There is no right answer

Only words used in attempts at answers

Answered