But Smile

You are very smart aren't you
And very proud of your intelligence
You wear it like a mask,
But smile, I see through your mask
To the sniveling insecurity
Of your scornful soul.

Some of the others may be fooled
By your self-righteous dog and pony
With the floppy shoes and
The big red honking nose as you
Feed me your disdain by spoonfuls -
But I am immune. Bless your heart,

As I once heard it said, lest some
Part of it survive the rot that is
Your brain, after the maggots
Complete their scavenge, I assume
Was meant in polite company.

This malice you serve is petulant,
So portions of service I return,
But I have known more maligned
And stared directly into bleaker eyes
Cold and dark and thoughtlessly mean,
So say what you must, But smile
As I do, amused by naivete.

Apprentice in Verse

with respect and reverie

sincerity in vaunted regard

eyes scanning the published pages

of cherished editions from

the featured bookshelf in my

living room and my voice

volunteered in homage to give

tempo and resonance to the exercise

reciting out loud the word patterns

established through the skillful

discipline of their observations

recitations judgments and valuations

scribed for posterity and offered

up to the foggy and precise

alike kept indefinitely shelved

at the congressional library numbered

and collecting dust while in

bookstores amusing teenagers

with designs on seeming erudite

if only fleetingly who then

exit the places where books live

and enter the spaces of animals

men and things known and

unknowable armed only with

mimicry and those still sharpening

implements of intellect those

originally mentioned emotional assessments

that persistent hunger to explain

the world to one’s self and record it

share those findings and emerge

perhaps a shade wiser

for the journey every bit

as much as the destination

but first let us herald

those masters who paved the way

traveled evermore haltingly

by each erstwhile and eager

apprentice in verse

so that standing upon the shoulders

of giants we might feel

momentarily like giants ourselves

and then if Fate might

shine her narrow beam

some fortunate few souls

touched by grace may dare

indeed to live the dream

making Eros jealous of Hermes

baton in hand passing proxy

a sliver of ageless ancient

wisdom along the conveyor belt

of history with the

ceaseless arrow of infinity

before bowing out to the

newly foolish genuflectors

at his stupefyingly

incongruous altar

psshaw as if

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R93UKMFQm58

One Night Stand

Well, well, well, well

Well, well, well, well

What am I gonna do about you?

You come into my life

               Like a thief in the night

I can’t believe my eyes

               My lord what a sight

You sashay across my room

               Like a fashion revue

My chest starts to pound

               What am I to do?

You put me under your spell

               With your sultry charms

Make me feel like a beggar

               Grasping you in my arms

I know this can’t last forever

               Even before it starts

Because you’re that kind of woman

               Who will break my heart

Well, well, well, well

Well, well, well, well

What am I gonna do about you?

I cannot walk away

               And I will not run

I’m out of control

               And under your thumb

Before you slip out of my life

               Without making a sound

Let’s enjoy this moment

               As we roll around

You came for my body

               You teased my soul

I’m kissing you softly

               Like waves on a shoal

There’s a pearl in the oyster

               Deep under sea

But the prize is our love

               So stay with me

Well, well, well, well

Well, well, well, well

What am I gonna do about you?

In the Echo Chamber

In the echo chamber

Every man can hear himself,

But no one can hear

Most anybody else.

What is fair and balanced

In the eye of the beholder

Once seemed so obvious,

But shifts as I get older.

Entrenched and intractable

Just doesn’t seem so practical.

Some clutch confirmation bias,

Though mutability is more tactical.

Sometimes you’ll need to squint

When you’re browsing through,

Because the issues as they’re stated

Are not the story true.

It’s all about the messaging

For those they claim to serve,

But if you discover their real motives

You’ll be aghast they have the nerve.

“Read between the lines,”

That’s what my father said.

You’ve got to vet your sources

And curate ideas inside your head.

Critical thinking isn’t always easy,

And integrity can seem like a chore.

There are liars in light and shadows,

Meal worms and maggots scour the floor.

These times may seem uncertain

When we don’t know who to trust,

So we seek out peace of mind

Because we know that we must.

There must be some place of certainty,

Some place beyond the fear,

Where rhetoric is not so cloudy

And veracity rings clear.

So you shout out to the webbed world

“Please relieve my worrisome distress!”

Then return a cacophony of voices

All clamoring to impress.

Who will you believe

As you judge from preconception;

Those who already share your opinion,

Or those who challenge your perception?

Do your principles pass muster

Is the quest that you must mount.

Only when you prove how you know

Will what you know truly count.

Emotion is no foundation

Though it provides guidance of a kind.

Reason is the true progenitor

Of a thoughtful, justly mind.

In the echo chamber

Where reason lays to rest,

Dare to bang the walls

And rouse your slumbering guest.

If you want to trust your mind

And drown the din of strife,

The truth will set you free.

That’s and imperative for life.

If Your Soul is Restless

If your soul is restless

Come spend the night

If your soul is restless

Don’t put up a fight

Let your hair fall down

And baby, shut the light

Right now we’re going hungry

And our prospects aren’t too fare

There’s nothing in the cupboard

And the fridge is also bare

But we’ve still got each other

So darling I don’t care

Just wrap yourself around me

And we’ll vamp beneath the sheets

Just wrap yourself around me

And we’ll share our body heat

We’ll be working up a lather

Then rinse and repeat

Your love is a wild thing

With both hard and dulcet tones

Your love is a wild thing

It howls and it moans

And that’s the only thing I want

To have and call my own

A Wolf Will Howl

In a darkened wood

On a misty night

Atop a rolling hill

Under a ghostly moon light

Through the desperate winds

Where monsters prowl

There’s a calling out

A wolf will howl

Ooow!

In a lonely room

Of an empty house

Crouched in the shadows

Quiet as a mouse

There’s a crunching pavement

But no watchdog growl

So when the window shatters

A wolf will howl

Ooow!

Back behind the bleachers

After school lets out

When there is no escaping

From the gathered crowd

Self defense is justice

So don’t throw in the towel

Let them think you’re crazy

A wolf will howl

Ooow!

Calling on the Blood Moon

My voice is deeper in the morning

               When I rise up out of bed

Because the muscles are more relaxed

               By the whiskey in my head.

I’ve been sleeping off the evening

               Since when last I shut my eyes.

Now I’ll be singing pretty

               If I don’t keel over and die.

Well nothing lasts forever,

               This I know is true,

So I treasure each fleeting moment

               That I can sing my love to you –

Cause when the evening wears along

               And the notes begin to crack

I’ll be reaching for more whiskey

               Until it puts me on my back.

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To hold the beast at bay.

I’m searching in the darkness

               For demons I can slay

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To show me a better way,

To become my own light in darkness

               And rise to meet the day.

Sleeping under a cold steel roof

               Seems to amplify the rain,

But nothing else can pound so loud

               As the thunder in my brain.

I’m only human after all

               Just striving each day to stay alive.

A time will come to make a break

               And drown in whiskey or choose to survive.

I say I’m thinking of you

               When I croon my longing song

But if I don’t fix this desperate habit

               You’ll keep telling me I’m wrong

No one wants a man

               Who wakes with whiskey breath

And sweats the stench of alcohol

               Through skin as gray as death

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To hold the beast at bay.

I’m searching in the darkness

               For demons I can slay

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To show me a better way,

To become my own light in darkness

               And rise to meet the day.

Every time my love

               Again I let you down,

I swear once more this time

               I will turn it around,

But evening creeps up on me

               And I’m back out on the prowl

A dogged, mangy, wounded wolf

               Too proud for help to howl.

I feel like I’m drifting

               Far out on the sea.

If things are going to change

               It has to start with me.

I’m going to turn this page

               And hope that it’s enough,

But even if it is not

               I’m grateful for your love.

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To hold the beast at bay.

I’m searching in the darkness

               For demons I can slay

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To show me a better way,

To become my own light in darkness

               And rise to meet the day.

Rise to meet the day…