Tragicomedy

Scalpel sharp silent screams
Piercing, puncturing
Cutting neatly
Through tracing...

These brazen mofos

swarm at me in plain sight

Drunk on the smell of my blood...

Heads down thumbs up

Isn’t that the game we play?
The same rules to this exact game
...

Too much information
In magazines
Iron collars with blinking lights
Spirits walking...

Young Lady
I saw you
Stuff
Heroin
Up
Your
BUTT CHEEKS
...

If your children were sick and feeling down
In Mexico they would send for a funny clown
He...

The energy drink is flat and lost its fizz
So I don't have any oomph or gee whizz
Will have...

All night they look at me,
But don't see me.
They look through me, past my outer shell and...

Parents had time to teach their children right from wrong...

Reading stories at bedtime...

...

That morning after the night before
Hangover from hell
Lying on the bathroom floor
...

Oh death: who are thou?
poet: Steve Anc

...because disappearing is unquestionable,
...

So many decorative clocks
Time paused
Batteries obsolete
Appointments postponed...

I don't drink, gamble or smoke
But I also don't chauffeur family road trips
Though highly...

What goes up must in theory come down
One goes to a circus to laugh at a clown
To see...

No more of that

The dangerous
The precarious
The risky and the dicey

The...

My floor is a field of blood
I warned them not to play with me
But they insisted on turning...

You have been gone for
quite some years
But the memories of the love
shared still...