The Coat





“Where’s my coat? Who took my coat?”

“I don’t know. Mike’s at the store, maybe he did.”

“I gotta go. I need my coat.”

“Relax man, he’ll be right back.”

“You’re not understanding. I’m going to be late. He has his own jacket.”

“Chill man, he’ll be right back.”

“Why didn’t he use his own?”

“I don’t know. Why are you freaking out?”

“This is bullshit! I gotta go, man!”

“I’ll lend you mine. It’s cool.”

“I can’t wear that! I’m in a suit! What’s wrong with you?

“Check this out, man, mine is here.  It’ll keep you warm. It’s your choice.”

“I gotta go. My boss won’t understand that my stupid roommate took my jacket to the store real quick.”

“Dude, I’m done with this conversation. Take mine or don’t.”

“What is wrong with people that they can’t wear their own clothes?  Why does everyone need to impede on me?”

“It’s not all about YOU!”

“How the fuck is my jacket being taken by someone else without permission at the exact moment when I need it most, not about me? Can you explain that one to me?”

With that he walked out to his car without a coat. He was shivering by the time he got in his car. He kept reminding himself to get the autostart to get the engine warmed up before we walked out. Now he would have to freeze in only his suit until the heat was ready. Each moment he shivered, he hatred for Mike further increased. He was seething before he felt any heat at all.



A Creative Declaration Of Independence


A creative declaration of independence
We broadcast we won’t go quietly without a fight
Announcing to this fractured society
That, together, we’ll destroy all that isn’t right
The artists & dreamers of the world annex the ether
We claim control of the world’s grasp of our dreams
Through love & imagination, we’ll find a true peace
& we’ll forever disintegrate your hate, right at the seams






The more he thought, the tighter he gripped the wheel. His anger was getting the better of him. He knew he was right to leave. There was no way to win in that situation. He was seething with fury. This was no way to live. There had to be a way to not get this upset. He had to learn to control himself.

“Fat Bottomed Girls” by Queen blared from speakers as he shifted his anger. His knuckles were turning white. The driving made him feel better. There was fresh air and endless opportunities ahead of him. The music surged through him, sending the speedometer needle around the dial.

He was over-accelerating by the time he reached the top of the bridge. The tires got squirrelly, but he held tight. Traction was regained through his tight grip. It was a smooth, downward curve out and away. His speed was getting out of his control. He made a conscious decision to slow down. There was no reason to end up dead before anything was resolved. He downshifted to third. The car shuddered as it slowed.

There was a red light at the bottom of the bridge. He was glad he had decided to slow down before then. He sat at the light, waiting for it to turn green. He could feel his heartbeat starting to slow down. The deep breaths were visible in the cold night’s air. He zipped his sweater up to the neck, sticking his face under the turned up collar.

We all have choices, he thought. I don’t want to live my life angry. The light finally turned green, but he didn’t move. The car just sat there with his hand on the knob. There were no other cars out on the street at this hour. The lamps were spaced too far apart and did little to light the boulevard.

He slammed his foot downward on the pedal, jerking the wheel violently to the left. He made the U-turn and kept his foot on the floor, shifting up through the gears to fifth. He was going back. There was no point in running. That wasn’t going to solve anything. He hoped she would still be there. He hoped she would listen.

It didn’t take him long to get back up and over the series of bridges crossing the rivers. His speed was once again out of control, though anger was no longer motivating him. The need to return and talk things out were at the forefront of his mind.

He pulled the car into the circular, gravel drive in front of her place. He rushed out and ran through the front door, glad she had still left it unlocked. He found her sitting on the floor, right in front of the fire he had build for their quiet night.

“I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.” Her tears were fresh. She didn’t look up at him.

“I’m sorry I got so mad.”

“You left me.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to argue any longer.”

“You left.” She repeated. His heart sank.

“Yes.” He wondered what was the wisest choice for his next words. He decided there were no right words. He just sat down beside her and reached out to hold her. She recoiled at first. He allowed a hand to just linger on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He paused before leaning in to wrap her fully.


Pretty Girls Never Fight Fair


Pretty girls never fight fair
When it comes to matters of the heart
So quick to bat those lashes
That’s when I start spiraling apart
I get fidgety & anxious
Unraveling before their doll-faced eyes
A stuttering, blubbering mess
Quick to pass on, without noticing my demise


Be Proud Of Your Rebellion


Be proud of your rebellion
Let them etch your name of the scroll
Do not hide in the shadows
For they’re still coming for your soul
Stand up boldly in disapproval
For they can’t silence every voice
Rise up in robust rejection
Protest their very system while you have a choice
Do not wait – for the end could be near
Only through our absolute unity can we fight
They’re all the same – ass or pachyderm
They’ll bleed us dry if we can’t unite


The Waves Will Always Kiss The Shore


The waves will always kiss the shore
But we must continue the fight to be free
My indifference to society is documented
Perhaps we should separate & simply be
But they won’t let me go gently into the goodnight
Always come callin’ – talking about my turn
But I paid my debts with a piece of my soul
I could cry foul, but they’ll never learn


Somber Remembrances


Somber remembrances
The survivors offering a toast
Can’t live without a purpose
Not able to simply coast
There’s a mission left at home
Maybe a dream can never be
But the fight continues on
More than rhetoric for us to be free


Confidence To Hang In The Shadows


Confidence to hang in the shadows
Not trying to soak up the limelight
Society just wants to destroy its heroes
Refuse to honor them with a fight
You can’t win when they distort the facts
All is fair in love & imaginary wars
I’ll take my dreams & integrity
To live a life worth resisting for


Getting Crazy Hard With The Bard

It’s a style newer than new
The Torino rocked perfect blue
Dismayed by the delayed arrival
Standing together for survival
Feeling abandoned since the anthology
A devastating mix; you know it’s a LP

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

We won’t let you drown
Rising up in a beatnik sound
Tapping out evolving discourses
Connection from the one True source
Possibly you’re in the endless series
Unable to contain the Nebbian theories

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

Stepping silently on your soles
Playing with traditional roles
Not stirring controversy
Just waiting for you & me
A secret to whisper in the night
A decision; is it fight or flight

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn


Inverted Staircases Painted Slightly Blue


Inverted staircases painted slightly blue

Slender secrets echo in the trapped night

Wasted words from jilted lovers ring true

Loosened spirits giving reason to finally fight

Undistilled mind-thought alive with fear

Floating away silently throughout the season

Repeated attempts to ponder why we’re here

Explain away actions until they’re treason