Sunday, August 23, 2015

Couch Bums

Sharing the couch with Roscoe,
We’re a well matched set of bums…
Watching trashy TV shows,
Covered in dog hair and Triscuit crumbs.

I belch with every swig of beer,
Between each Boxer fart…
The two of us are perfect pals,
Who made male bonding, art.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Vigil for a Best Friend

I sat as you lay dying tonight,
Waiting for your last word…
It was in the end, a faint weak gasp;
The only sound I heard.

I hoped to find some wisdom;
A revelation in that last breath…
It was exactly as you’d warned me.
There is nothing after death.

Wonderful Failure at Love

Remembering past relationships,
Wishing who I was with, still yet…
I faced a bitter reality;
It was someone I’d not yet met.

I recalled sad songs and memories,
While envisioning their faces…
So many successes without them,
In incredibly beautiful places.