You’re Claiming




You’re claiming to

follow a biological

instinct to deflower.


When all along

the secret is to

be a patient









Go a long way

to opening


the tightest



There’s A Twinkling In The Night




There’s a twinkling in the night
A weird sensation under the stars
Standing close, needing a nudge
Yet, still can’t believe we’re this far
The darkness really isn’t all that bad
Just cosmic energy we need to arrange
That might not sit well with society
Though, they already think we’re strange

Snow Days Are No Legitimate Excuse


Snow days are no legitimate excuse
Do not bundle your cute tush away
Let me see some of that sass & flair
I want you to tease, taunt & maybe sashay
Listen to the passionate voices of love
We’re always leading the way; the vanguard
Let’s start with a hand up your sweater
I’m curious to see if your nipples are hard

I Need Coffee




I need coffee
Dressed in my finest tartan
Words stumble in early hours
Another weary day just startin’
I need to flex my wrist
Stretch-out my pen – longhand
Meld my thoughts into the paper
Convince\Hope you understand

Dreams Of Pretty Dancing Girls



Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal


  • I know I just published this last fall…

Ignoring The Idiosyncrasies




Ignoring the idiosyncrasies
Which make us separate beings
Knowing we’re all a little weird
With no need for any agreeing
We are all free to be ourselves
Closing our eyes & just letting go
With no reason to feel burdened
No regret, peace from getting out of the flow

what kind of a world





what kind of a world

are we teaching
our children
to live in

it’s the year of our Lord
our homes speak to us
yet we’re pushing common core math
dumbing down of our youth
we’ve lost our way
forcing political agendas
instead of teaching

in a post-apocalyptic society
when we’ve lost power

are we going to be
worried about basic

Trying Out Stories In The Morning





Trying out stories in the morning
Typing away on this ol’ machine
Thinking of something different
A genius the world’s never seen
But I can’t think of anything great
I guess I’ll get more coffee instead
I hear a whistle from my lady
I guess my love needs me back in bed