San Francisco Dreamin

San Francisco dreamin,

Tahoe bound

texting, with emoticons

feet off the ground

lightening strikes a match in

the sky, cloudy with desire,


in the same place,

a slow pace

just past the

Shady Lady.

Broken by the fall

Fix me,

he seemed to scream

in the white noise of

wide ocean eyes and

puppy dog stares,

a lost, selfish soul

a cold, gaping hole.

I fell hard, long,


into the empty void,

sucked into the static,

merging with unhitched shadows,

the adrenaline rush of

magnetic darkness.

Those walls, they seemed to go on


Nothing to grip onto,

nothing to gain,

nothing left to give

no place to step for balance,

no way to transmit a signal

I …

kept …

tumbling …

down …

I was broken by the fall.

That was the greatest gift of all.

Created for Free Write Friday #FWF

Followers beware

I followed my heart

down a darkened alley way

past unmarked back door entrances,

wisps of light escaping through cracks,

dumpsters filled to the brim with the stench of

yesterday’s special,

leering eyes of dread and desperation

begging to stay warm on a cold winter night.

Oh how danger screamed from every corner,

warning voices crying

“You’ve gone the wrong way!”

I followed my heart with restless abandon,

stubborn, deaf or maybe dumb,

possibly all three,

the beating and oh, the bleeding,

it’s left me torn, teary, tattered,


did any of it even matter?

My heart led me to a dead end.

Oh man,

I should have listened to my head.

Goodbye Jody

If I
I would
tear down the sky
and wrap the world

cradle the sun
my skin
to scorch
this emptiness
from within.

Animal House

There’s a yak in the closet,
a duck in the sink,

the armadillo on my pillow,
asked me for a drink.

There’s a snake in the cupboard,
a horse in the den,

the giraffe in the chimney
is canoodling with a hen.

There’s an emu in the pantry,
a lion in my chair,

the monkey in the garage
is greasing up my spare.

There’s a pig in the gazebo
and a peacock in my blouse.

Can someone tell me why this place
is such an animal house?


A 13-foot boa constrictor
is preying on my brain,

a nocturnal emotion conflictor
(he’s conflicting me insane).

A suffocating sentence of
solitary repentance,

there’s way too much to shed,
(and yet it’s only in my head).


A Postcard Home

What if the fence weren’t painted white

What if vows were  broken

What if friendship didn’t exist

and our feelings went unspoken

What if we had never met

What if this postcard went unsent