Traffic School

This Saturday moves slowly by,A wriggling flyEntrapped within a spider’s web.A girl, just wedLast month, got caught while going pastA cop too fast,Her husband hanging off the hood.It’s understoodWe can’t enjoy the full details,Because we’ll failThe test if our instructor can’tExploit his chanceTo bore us with recondite stats.I’d love to chatA while with that healthy […]

Mama’s Boy

The slightest gasp had brought him to her bedWith tissues, pills, health regimens prescribedAd nauseam.  Still, she mimicked life, imbibedHis youthful fuel while staying “almost dead.”Adults had questioned why he’d never wed,This tweedy neuter closely moored besideHis ever-ailing mom – he could have thrived,But chose to be a mama’s boy instead. His image comes back […]

Saturday: Café Ennui

Another latte doesn’t kill the thirstResiding in their breasts. No pastry creamsToday? Biscotti only, so it seems,A taste defining boredom at its worst.The afternoon unfolds like those rehearsedIn countless cafés petits where people dreamBeyond a clean, well-lighted place, but leanInstead toward making life a restless curse. And elsewhere, women firing shattered criesFor voiceless children maimed by […]