The Broken Chair

Broken Chair

Years ago a troubled boy
Sat upon this chair
At the time, he didn’t know
Just why he was there

And the very walls, it seemed
Made a kind of jail
Sent to this imposing place
Seemingly, to fail

It intimidates no more
In this later year
Broken now the old chair sits
Bent by dint of fear

more sense maybe

Frisbee Beach

life makes more sense maybe
when it makes no sense at all –
catch a frisbee slam a racquet
kick a basketball

you asked me for my inclusion
this i would not do –
life makes more sense maybe
when i’m far away from you

bang the drum and sound the trumpet
hear the ocean’s roar –
why am so bitter, you say?
i don’t know
what for