Lightning Bugs

Judging by the morning lightning bugs,
flying and illuminating us,
passing through the window in the wall
seems as if it’s easy if you’re small.

Later on before the sun has set,
Memories of the days are still so fresh.
Basking in the breezes from outside,
God, isn't it good to be alive?

Evening has obeyed the night’s command,
ceding to the darkness in the pane.
Droplets are relenting gradually;
silence will prevail over the rain.

Fading Pain

you pull my heart apart from me
I try too hard to be happy

I know I can’t have what I need
You won’t give me anything sweet

You don’t have to believe my love
I’ll let you use my patience up

I won’t call you any mean names
You never called mine anyways

It hurts so bad I can’t explain
You leave me with a fading pain.

On the Cheek

Going around at a day at a time
he gets the feeling he's falling behind.
Traveling slowly and spurning the race,

only the planet can keep up the pace

Morning's already tomorrow and she's

burning the clouds that encumber his dreams.

It's a return to the what he likes best:
comfortable feelings of his loneliness,
Where is the lady he kissed on the cheek?

Wasn't her name Adelaide or Monique?

Chasing down girls on the boardwalk and then
letting them go and find prettier men.
Lights on the carousel dim as the dusk

settles upon the perennial dust.

Proem to Homer's Iliad

   Sing wrath, Goddess, the wrath of Achilles the son of Peleus,

ravaging, which put thousands of agonies onto Achaians,

which hurled numberless masses of valiant souls down to Hades,

souls of the pitiful heroes it made into spoils for dogs and

carcasses left to the birds. And the counsel of Zeus was accomplished

from that time when first both faced one another in contest

Lord of the men Agamemnon, Atreides, and god-like Achilles

Phaëthon

Easter smoking is the best. If there's a
bit of nicer weather all the better.
Yesterday you promised dad to quit, but

somebody decided that he needed

proof he was alive. A reason not to

die regretting everything preceding

is so that another day is seen by

you. The lives of people matter greatly,

not our own. And friday afternoon was

worse than you'd anticipated, sitting

in the hospital and wondering if

sadness would erupt into your heart or

not. The heat was penetrating, and the

night was longer than you thought it could be.

Twice. And off he went without a fight or

final gasp of light as morning broke at

dawn on sunday. Disappear, because the
day indeed is straying farther from the
mean. The reins are slack on sunshine's horses:
You are conflagrating but remain the same.