You Don't Say!

Listen up, young fella— 
People who say 
They like to tell it 

Like it is most likely never 
Tell you what it is 
They like to tell; 

The few times they do though, 
More than likely they 
End up short on the telling 

End of another tall tale. 

Air of Yearning

The pine’s whispering 
Something all but inaudible 

Under its breath 
The wind pines

To hear it, too. 

Shape Up Or Ship Out, You Swine

Tut-tut now, we know they say 
All the world’s a stage but 
Then again, it’s not 
Your oyster, mate— 

Though it could be 
If you were but a god- 
Damn watchdog standing 
Sentinel at the pearly gates. 

Timeworn Life Sentence

In the morning it’s easy 
Getting caught up 

In the hope it won’t be 
One more wasted day, 

Only to spend the rest 
Of your life wondering 

How that too got away. 

Unsettling Unearthly Affair

where sudden suspect 

gust in trees 
leaves 

                    minding 
                    nobody’s business 

still up in air.