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Joy Graveyard

Joy Graveyard

Welcome to Joy Graveyard
Please remove your shoes,
Leave your bag with the guard

Smiling, laughing, or looking happy
Will be punished with utter mortification;
The parts of you unwithered
Will face pure mutilation

No candy
No colors
No friends
No anything you really want, really

No use in sniveling, ’twill only
Make it worse!
By the way,
The guard stole the funds
From inside your purse

Better start unpacking
We have stamped your timecard
Make no attempt to break free
From the confines of
Joy Graveyard

Lin

Lin

Followed the road
Along the stream
Although it seemed just like a dream
Maybe I drove around that night
Searching for a clue

Got tangled up for a while
Started acting like a child
The biggest sin I was guilty of
Was being so confused

So, yes, I had to walk the line
This doesn’t happen all the time
But, all I’m saying right now, Lin
It’s better me than you

We drove for days
Or, so it seemed
I realized it was not a dream
And I could go nowhere at all, because
The squeezing really squeezed

Just learn a lesson, so they say
Plenty laughed it off today
They don’t see the person standing
Stands on the rocks, without you

So, yes, I had to walk the line
This doesn’t happen all the time
But, all I’m saying right now, Lin
It’s better me than you

What I’m telling you right now, dear
Do not put on these shoes

It’s back to the dogs for me.
I’m sick of trying to fit in
at this party.
Come here, puppy, set me free,
lick my nose,
I’ll fetch your monkey.
Just the way it used to be.
Everyone, now, walk on by
while I walk a pure doggy.
It’s back to the dogs for me.

Slack Guy

Slack Guy in Charge

The old man reached for the bag
a small hand swiped across paperwork
He snatched the available chips
and slammed a handful inside his mouth:
Salty, fast, and familiar

He knows the taste so well
So, no suprise, his cheeks rise
and the laugh lines deepen
on each side of his lousy lips

The slack guy in charge
takes such pride
in what he knows and he really thinks he
puts forth an effort each day
to make it all better

A splash of ice water to the face is what he needs,
far less chips and some fresh meat
Or, just retire—
What I think

Sunglasses, Please

Sunglasses, Please

Please keep the sunglasses on today
The eyes you have
Have a tendency to cause such trouble.

I can handle your bare hands—
We can go hand-in-hand down the boardwalk,
If you please.

But, please wear dark lenses,
Every time you look my way
Today.

Restlessness

Sometimes, when I wake up at an early hour
(Which, lately, is a large number of times),
I remind myself that
Millions of American adults have trouble sleeping
And that I am not alone.
And sometimes — not every time!
I fall back to sleep.

Out of the Sidewalk

Out of the Sidewalk

Her mystery is beauty
And everyone knows
For, out of the sidewalk
Her flower still grows
Tear her down, burn her—
And still, on she goes
Willing and able
To handle her foes

Just the Same

Just the Same

Head backs away from the mic
A gracious bow to the audience,
A wave goodbye
Such a great show, good game
Hang up the costume,
Wash off the face

Time, now, to go home
Recharge the batteries
Wait for the old phone to ring
With new promises
Of brand new dreams, opportunities

Hands that are open
Are never really empty
Like a deep meditation,
Ready to really reach for something;
There is power in the waiting

The show goes on
On and on and on
Different setlist, but maybe
One or two familiar songs
Something to tap that foot to, sing along

Playing the game,
Finding rhythms, remembering names
Never easy for such a talent—
The dear we’re here to see and hear
We adore, just the same

Confessions of a Typo

Confessions of a Typo

Never possible to be perfect
To be perfectly honest

In fact, one might look to me
To see the epitome of
A bruised dream—
A word almost beautiful
If it had been written slowly, meticulously

Often, words on the run
Will run into trouble,
Whilst staying busy, so
Please forgive the glitch I can be:
Such a type o, oblivious me

Running to Nature

With the help of my awesome graphic designer in New York (electrofork), I decided to make a book of poetry and photography. I have received positive feedback from the friends and family I have given pre-ordered copies to and could not be more thrilled. I have always had a love of nature and hope the project evokes the childlike spirit I intended.