Living with the Muse

Looks akin to having a virago 
For a wife, always berating 
You to stop wasting 
Precious time writing 
Trash, verbally 
Thrashing you with her 
God, why can’t you write off 
What you’re doing and do something 
Constructive for a change, 
Like take out the garbage 
Tout de suite, anything 
Anything to show me how 
Much you value your fleeting, 
Stinking life. 

Symbiosis Fated to Be Inevitable

Don’t be selfish, Janus-face—share 
Everything with your other if you must, 

Just so long as you’re aware 
It has to be 

Something you both need and trust. 

Breakfast for Two in the Garden of the Milk and Honey House

Waiting for pie 

In the sky cobbled apricot clouds 
Mourning doves' cooing 

Breaking apart what brings us together 
Piecemeal 

Our lives fly by. 

Classical Landscape with Homeric Allusions

That perpetual 
Refugee from darkness, 
Our old friend 
Rosy-fingered dawn— 
Let us greet her 
With splendiferous sips 
Of angelic light served 
On flower-bedecked verandas 
Overlooking the wine- 
Dark sea and not—by Zeus— 
With panoramic views 
Of an odoriferous Aegean 
Aflower with corpses 
Taking our breath away. 

Feeling Left Out

I’m taking all the time 
I need to read 
Between the lines 
To find out what’s missing 
And why nothing’s there— 

I know 

I need all the help I can get 
But something tells me 
I’m not going to find it 
Till I feel it leaving 
Me all by myself there. 

Zen Bucolic

At a loss with how to 
Jog your mind? 

Look at it this way— 
There’s a stream 

Of fresh asphalt sheep 
Droppings steaming 

In the sun, wide-eyed
Drop everything, watch 

Out where you run. 

Serial Killer

Oh dear, it looks like 
Your next poem’s well 
On its way to turning in
To your latest nightmare— 
What to do? For crying 
Out loud, choke it— 
You wouldn’t want it 
To end up stalking 
You too, would you?