You Don't Say
She would
always answer
a question
with a question.
An act of avoidance
so he thought.
An annoyance
at the very least.
All that he
wanted
to say
held back.
Bracketed.
Maybe for
another time.
If that time
should ever
really come.
The Hundred Dollar Haircut
He’s the type of man
who can’t get past
a clean storefront window
and not stop and
see his own reflection
smiling back at him.
He’s the very emblem of
good old “spit n' polish”
with a hundred dollar haircut to boot.
He’s, as they say,
his very own best friend.
A confident example
to the end
of contemporary man
and the narcissistic trend.
Sunrise
The siren-song seduces me to realms of gentle sleep and lost in the passage of a dream-drift of sleep-sealed space. Witness to a timeless array of images from “God Knows Where” and sunrise seems a long way away.