tremors

shuddered with a kiss
from inexplicable lips;
I have lived for this.

lost bearings

is it over yet,
or has it just begun? -such
is the fog of work

four-letter words

when is it okay,
just saying what I feel, like
saying made it real?

state and centre

early darkness comes
outside the corner cafe
which glows to the street.

lemminglike

show me a man with
no doubt, and I’ll show you a
man of little thought.

bustle

looking left and right
before crossing, but might still
have to dash for it.

black friday cancer

horoscope called for
a shopper’s mood today, but
I’m not feeling it.

turkey day

happy thanksgiving,
for giving thanks is part of
finding happiness.

generosity

inspired by those
whose sense of kindness eclipsed
their sense of wanting.

dirty waters

a lone shot defies
these old pigskin dreams, and we
will never know why.

virus dulce

la chica hermosa
invade cada pensó,
como un virus.

unsaid

wrote you a letter,
then decided it’s better
to leave it unsent.

tilt

decrying bias
is easier to do when
you’re fooled by your own.

adjust (your goals) accordingly

nothing needs fixing
if you just learn to lower
your expectations.

when the generals talk

no more are needed,
but no fewer are either,
so says Abizaid.

no

answers that please are
easy, but sometimes it’s best
to take the hard way.

reverse polarity

with some things it seems
the closer you get, the more
they push you away.

the music falls

she had a soul and
we ate it up; thrown away
like a paper cup …

flood march

gray day rain falling
with such a cadence, like a
thousand liquid troops.

at a loss

grasping at straws is
what I feel like when trying
to find the right words.

resistance, futile

the princess smiles,
she flashes hypnotic eyes-
-useless to deny.

lucky fella (watching tv at 3 a.m.)

the girls on tv
flirt and flatter just ’cause they
wanna’ talk to me.

…at least for now

good to see a change
- gives cause to think the blank check
congress is over…

use it or lose it

democracy’s line
is short these days, casting doubt
on its survival.

benchmark

fluttering ghost that
was your kiss; I’ll never be
normal after this.

(source link)

feeling bad for feeling better

condescension is
an art I perfected much
earlier than most.

garden of reflection

I tread the path and
see the names of those who will
never return home.

15

number of states whose
voting machines don’t have a
useful paper trail

key indicators say…

these celebrations
confuse the forlorn who’ve no
sense of revelry.

aftermath

true terror proceeds
when candy sprees give way to
rampant dentistry.