poemetry

the works of America’s great living poemetrist.

2020-1-12

at this stage of my life
(some might say, late,
and who am i to argue
such a meaningless point?)

2020-1-10

this world owes me a lot
for all it’s put me through
in this
but, of course….

2020-1-9

they don’t want us
to think for ourselves;
it’s too inconvenient
for them, for us….

2020-1-6

it’s not a joke:
one life
(this life)
and then, you’re done.

2020-1-5

there’s a fine line between
self-discipline
and
a commitment to doing something

2020-1-4

finding a single
word
is more than i can do
this morning.

2020-1-3

i wait for my muse,
a spark of genius,
but the trouble is
what i’m really hoping for

2020-1-2

the second day of the year.
meh.
no parties.
no parades.

2019-1-1

i’m trying to find my way,
as the new year starts,
between idiot optimism
and unnecessary cynicism.