The American Dream Poem Should Be

So far-out it could paint 
A thousand upbeat pictures 
With nary a discouraging word— 

But hey, don’t ask me how 
Groovy that would be, 
Y’know what I mean, man? 

On a Tome Written by a Ferociously Witty Poet (revised)

Chew on This— 
The title he’d chosen 

Sure had plenty of bite, too
Bad his mouth was 

Toothless. 

NB: First published on Jan 22, revised after three days of looking at himself in the mirror. 

For the Time Being

No cause for alarm— 
When you wake 

The rest of your life 
Will have dawned 

On you, just sleep tight. 

Know Thyself

Trying times aside, why 
Can’t I be more of you? 

It would help us both 
To see us through. 

A Poem Should Be (8)

Graphic and badass 

Subtle as a shuttle 
Cock bobbing be 
Twixt the head and awe 

Smitten throbbing heart!