Bad Day
Wanting to scream "life's just not fair&quot...

Pointless crimes
that happen every day...

Though my hands
have settled dust...

Although clear in color they may seem,
Truths untold hidden in scheme...

Stirred the cobble, tried my best
From host of one, to many guests...

Wicked Harvest
Light haze covers an earthen crop...

Through the years
Now for more than thirty years...

Pomengranate pulp
Stains delicate virgin's flesh...

Residue of memories
Hidden in my thoughts...

Saturday mornings
were made for bowls of Fruity Pebbles...

Medley of a divorce
Relics of a union...

Every August without fail
it has come to visit me...