Trying

I tried and tried and tried some more

It did not even tie the score

I’m not your plaything anymore

I’m not your little loser whore

You call me when you want it now

You don’t care where or why or how?

But I am not your whipping post

I do not care to brag or boast

I am just a girl. I have some issues

You can save your breath and save your tissues

I don’t want or need your sympathy

My life is good. My life is free.

I’ll never be that girl who tries

Who cares if you wear suits and ties

If a man can’t be himself

He’s no good to me or anyone else

Autumn

Painted leaves of orange and gold

A child leaves her mother’s fold

Her footsteps crackle on the ground

The autumn air is filled with sound

Slick rainboots break up the scene

Gray skies and sticky mud and grassy green

The dog, he does roll all around

His barks break up the rhythmic sound

Of the roof plunked with drops of rain

She pulls her hair back, brown and plain

Sinks into the couch, soft and brown

She he has no plan to go to town

She sips her wine and reads her book

She never gave a second look

She is where she wants to be,

She is happy. She feels free,.

Politics

hands so cold that they go numb
bang that podium like a drum
hair slicked back like candle wax
the other guy, he'll raise the tax

perform those lines like shakespeare
well rehearsed to make them fear
the last act in a national play
sound bites repeat what you say

dust flies through shafts of light
camera bulbs that seem so bright
think about some other place
but show your stony happy face

Comfort

tree bark bare and shedding twigs
icy wind numbs exposed fingertips
sleet pelting against the wooden door
dripping globes of frigid water

crackling fire raging with radiant heat
lights dancing on the christmas tree
savory aroma of roasting hearty meat
pastries drizzlied with honey sweet

The Psychopath

Take it with a grain of salt
Everything is not my fault.

A user, a manipulator,
A liar and a feelings trader

Snide remarks, then walk away
That's the game she wants to play

A Sensory Memory

what i remember most was that the clouds were damp cotton candy,

you could inhale them like icy peppermint smoke...

and hold them in your lungs till they burst.

Son of a Beach (song)

got a fish from the sea
and a frying pan
got a red hot fire
on the cold white sand

got a breeze from the sea
and nothing but time
got a bottle full of rum
and a coke and a lime

got a girl that i love
and my dog by my side
gonna take out the boat
for a sunset ride

got everything i need
in a tent and a pack
left that city life
and i'm never going back

CHORUS:
let's chill on the beach till the day we die
alone in this paradise you and i