On Broadway

It’s not a premonition
To see the day-to-day
Of your life on the stage
Adapted in a screenplay
Lines read in repetition

Today, tomorrow and yesterday

By those with ambitions
Remembering juxtapositions
Collecting tickets of admission
For quarters of commission

In a quotidian disarray

Funded by the politicians
Made up by the beauticians

All of this opposition
Is beyond my recognition
Somebody call a physician
To read me my disposition

Fool Proof Garden 💐

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* 2016 holiday bouquet

Overnight Morning Glory seeds sprout with life

Pretty Daylilies* bloom in an array of colors yearly

Despite what you may think purple Pansy’s aren’t weak

Sunny Marigolds offer a safe bet for your money

Annual Impatiens grow quickly and require no manuals

Hearty Sunflowers stoop over to weep at the loss of heat

Perennials are sustainably preferred over Biennials


Inspired by flower power among other things, and I’m super excited about volunteering to work on a Rose Parade float tomorrow.

Holiday Propaganda

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Have you ever stopped to ask why
It is that you buy into all the lies
Sold in countless advertisements
That infiltrate our daily way of life
Influencing more than what we buy
To purchase our holiday excitement

All for a great cause with a cost
Gift wrapped in our traditions lost
Manufactured retailed happiness
Artificially bought into the thought
That giving matters as we’re taught
So we greet the season’s nastiness

Where shall we begin, let’s pretend
Spending our time together ends
The purchase of lasting memories
Discounted for family and friends
Gathering with the love to defend
Blessings less financial jeopardy

Mirror, Mirror… – pt.ii

Mirror, Mirror…pt. 1
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Somebody please tell me, I wanna know.
Where did all the years escape and go?
I thought time was supposed to slow.
I can’t really be forty-five years OLD!

There’s no way, it doesn’t seem right
But I’ve checked the math a dozen times
Looked in the mirror where I saw the lines
Forming an alliance with grey hair and middle-life

I refuse to go softly or gently into the night
I’ll invest in more home remedies and hair dye
Give me the miracle serum I’ve gotta try
To win the fight for this kid inside