Unfather’s Day

Today, I don’t want to exist.
Tomorrow is fine, but not today.
Today, I don’t deserve anything.
I hate the happiness, I hate the gift ideas.
I hate the attempts to cheer me up from friends and family.
I hate cards, I hate phone calls, I hate the internet.
I hate robbing my stepfather from his day, I’m so damn sorry.
I hate Sundays, I hate barbecues, I hate gatherings and music.
I hate being called something I’m not, stop telling me different.
Stop!!! It only encourages me and I lie to myself again.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter wishes were still with us.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter celebrates beating Cancer.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter begs freed from behind bars.
I’m not even a Dad a son or daughter forgives for his mistakes.
I’m not a Dad…and I have all the scars to prove it.

Far From Home

I walk this earth an alien
no place here for a castaway
surrounded all the time
still alone

My blood, it’s not like yours
it repels
it taints
it makes things you love disappear

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Quarantine (Haiku)

Picking rain touches
seen there beyond the window
blending with our tears

Unbroken

Dead of winter
as the winds howl
I’m still out there searching for you
footprints quickly cover
forgetting how far I’ve come
my hands, no longer feel
my breath, stolen
my eyes, blinded by this storm
my heart, almost empty
my will…unbroken

The Quiet Path

I dream
some days
of getting lost in the path
along the quiet way home
way past the halfway evergreen
under those forest peekaboos
just to listen to the river as it runs

Pool Boys

A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chin
in a moment I knew would last a lifetime
there was a pool table…balls racked
ready for a break
some girl singing on the radio
we both sang a few of the words
those we could remember
all night we competed
best in banter,
best in billiards,
best in brew,
but
never best in friends
that belonged to you

PublAshed

Hey all,

I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked it, and informed me last week of their intention to share it for their own audience. It made my day and gave me something to smile about given the world’s current state. (A post about that is coming) Now, some of you have already read this poem here on my site, but I thought I would go ahead and share it once more to help take our minds off some of the craziness that’s going on.

As always, I hope you enjoy it. Please don’t forget to comment and tell me what you think. It’s all of you and your continued support that drives my writing and I’m lucky to have such a awesome following.

So, without further adieu, please click this link and move on over to Spillwords.com and enjoy Ash to Dust.

Stay safe, practise social distancing, and we’ll get through this troubled time together.

One word at a time, let us take back our lives.

Until…

Days Gone

Take me to a Spring
where every day was as young as I
and the sun would come winking through the curtains

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Virus

I’m looking around,
at him, at her, at them
mad, confused…mostly scared
of something that may not even be there
and all I can think about is you

Weakness (Haiku)

Under this street light
pouring down rain in the cold
alone, and done wrong

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