I’m On A Train

I’m riding on a train.
I’m writing on a train.
I’m doing my best to try to do
some rhyming on a train.
I’m riding on a train.
I’m writhing on a train.
I’m doing my best to try to keep
from whining on a train.

on a train


i could live with three

if i could limit my life
to words with two letters
would my days and nights
be worse or be better
up and in
would carry the day
down and out
would just go away
on would rule
it’d would never get tired
and off would leave
it would simply be fired
there’d only be go
there would be no stop
there would be no bottom
there would be no top
that’s all well and good,
but i still don’t think so
’cause there’d be no yes
and there’d only be no
and there’d be no you
i would only have me
so two would not do
but i could live with three



no mercy

you can loot
the spirit of love
there’s plenty to go around

you can rifle
the truth with your lies
and truth will always prevail

you can heist
our dollars in greed
we’ll find other ways to give

and you can take
our rose-colored glasses
we see better without them

but you can’t steal
the innocence of a child
and expect us to act with mercy



just when i think i can see
when i think i’ve caught a glimpse
of a familiar landmark
a clue to where i should turn next
it’s disappears
it simply vanishes
into the shadows of doubt
that surround me in your absence

i look around for a friendly face
someone i could trust to guide me
but everyone feels like a stranger
even the image in the mirror
stares back at me, like a child
and the children riding with me
are simply counting the days
till you return

i’m lost without you


dreaming again – a haiku

dreams have finally returned
lucid and vivid
maybe sleep aint all that bad


In My Way

the goal is clear
the path is not
it is guarded
by a familiar foe
a powerful legion
anticipates every move
one thousand men
with just one face

the goal is clear
the path is too
i just need to get out
of my own way


the line

he could see the line
it was there, always there
constantly daring him to cross

he even liked it
he flirted with the line
taunted it from a distance

but he had chosen a path
a comfortable, winding path
that would never force him to cross it

and then one day
suddenly and without warning
the path brought the line closer than it had ever been

the line sprang to life
startled, he stared at the line
and the line gazed back at him

with eyes and mouth
and body and spirit it spoke
and called his name and begged him

to leave the path