Metaphorical Landings

urchin’s 

small 

 

sky-

blue 

 

ball 

bouncing 

down

one more flight 

of dark

 

derelict

tenement

 

stairs in

to one vacant

sunlit lot too

 

much like the others. 

 

 

 

 

 

Making The Best Of A Bad Situation

 

Come on, get with it

John, don’t just stand 

 

There, join the crowd, 

You know you can 

 

Write better than most any 

Tom, Dick or Harry 

 

Out there, all you have to do is 

Forget who you are.

 

 

 

 

 

Tragicomic Poetic Victims

All our calling 

Wanted from us was 

To write as if 

 

Our lives depended 

On it and to never go 

Back on our word— 

 

“Get a life,” it said, 

And we believed it, willing 

Dead-pan supplicants 

 

Writing sad, 

True-life confessions 

To no end. 

 

 

 

Haiku: Tunnel Vision On Horizon

 

Relax, the worst is 

Behind us and fading fast— 

Eye doctor next stop. 

 

 

 

 

Heads I Win, Tails You Lose

 

It looks like 

One of us thinks 

 

He knows his better 

Half better than he knows 

 

Himself: Wanna flip a coin?