New shoes

I like my shoes. Brown and sneaker-like. They’re new and soft. I like them just fine.
When they walk, they roll. The laces are perfectly flat, as the nose of each shoe pokes out from the cuff of my pants. I like them.
xxx
It’s a good way to start a day, that’s what Jack thought.
He took a deep breath, straightened his back and walked brighter into the morning with an easier grip on his backpack.
Sunshine poked through the many maple leaves of the roadway’s trees. The air was crisp with the smell of spring. A light breeze nipped Jack’s ears, but a hint in the air foretold of a warm, pleasant day.
Birds were tweeting their hearts out, parents drove with importance and all Jack could do was smile in stride.

Damn lazy journalists

So,
Will you live with this pain
The rest of your life?
Umm,
I suppose so …
The Times reports:
“Mary Jane expressed sadness
That for the rest of her
Life
She will be reminded
Of this pain
This hurt
This injustice,
Did I mention for the rest
of her life?”

In the beginning...

Sweet chubby cheeks
Eyes searching for the
Sound
A smile meets
The brief lock of eyes
Before she turns away
It’s your dad, Charlotte
I love you

It's a good time - no matter what she says

Whiskey bottles and
Beer cans
Reflect the stains
Smeared across
The red tank top
Of Sal
Sandpaper-faced and stinky
Sal

Ain’t no woman
Gonna keep him down
He’ll do as he
Pleases
Have no one judge his
Squeezes
Scratches
Laughs
Coughs
And anything else
He pleases

gossip

There is nothing so silly
As the blowing wind song
Of gas
Singing from her mouth
Sweet Sarah Sue

love buzz

When my love
stopped her singing
tears filled my cup

When my love
lost her feeling
the covers were pulled up

When my love
questioned me
Red words ran free

When my love
stopped talking
so fell the buzzing bee

bologna stocking

Strking
feeling
lazy
feeling
through
pacing
desk
jockey
bologna
stocking
fruition
found
where the words
don't drown