Rebecca always hated me I know, because she said: And if I passing, spoke to her I might as well be dead For all the interest she would show. But I would always try: And she might glance up from her book Or not, as I went by. But then, one day, she spoke to … Continue reading "Rebecca"

A Paramecium

We raised a paramecium That we could call our own; A single cell, and yet so much, A presence in our home -- We wanted a forever, but The fates would not permit -- That day our paramecium Just up and freaking Split

Why I Can’t Be Batman

Not all that heroic The way other people feel about sleeping in Is how I feel about going to bed early Not really that much into revenge I’m short of being a billionaire by roughly a billion dollars In terms of being a world-class Inventor-detective-athlete-martial artist, I’m 0 for 4 I won’t look nearly as … Continue reading "Why I Can’t Be Batman"

A Dating Memory

I wanted to seduce her with my wit; She started laughing at my clumsiness. I thought, “I’ll let my style do the bit” – Then knocked over the wine, and made a mess She came towards me with a yellow towel, And I no more my laughter could abate: Then her eyes shone when I … Continue reading "A Dating Memory"

O Lonely Sock Upon The Floor

O lonely sock upon the floor, Seek you the sacred coves That other socks of mine have sought, Escaping, then, in droves? I see you setting out, this hour, To find those silver gates, And join the other mismatched soles Who no longer have mates. So where, tomorrow, you will be There’s none can truly … Continue reading "O Lonely Sock Upon The Floor"

At Syzygy

This poem’s ending happily, I’ll tell you right up front. It’s when the moon’s at syzygy You question if that’s quite a word: It is. And there’s the brunt Of what I mostly meant to say Today, tomorrow, yesterday — For there are words that you can see Like apogee, or perigee, Of doubtless authenticity. … Continue reading "At Syzygy"