Trash Day

Set me on the curb on Tuesday

Let the trash man take me away

With all the other clutter in your life

Once I too was shinny and new

A cherished possession 

Placed on a shelf of trinkets

You would take me down

From time to time and admire me

Even worship me

Then on the shelf I would go

Eventually collecting dust

I became dull

Until the day came

When you decided to organize your life

And you threw me away

The Bully

The air exits my body in a rush

as if kicked in the gut

by the school bully

I stand, fists out

ready to fight back

but the fight has already been won

These moments are fewer now

but still they creep up on me 

when least expected

Mouse Bites

Into my life you sneak

So quiet I never heard your feet

Or saw the spark in your eye

Innocence is a lie you tell

Your tongue sweet as honey

Drips slowly in amber waves

The wind whispers to me

Between the pages of the book

Therein lays the truth

A tiny child speaks to me

From the tomb

"Max" echos through the room

Planting Seeds in Springtime

In springtime, words rain on the soil like prevarication
Seeds spring forth, yet ostensive, they have yet to thrive
Unable to be salubrious, they shrivel and die