Bulbous & Red

I must stop making declarations,

’tis foolishness, a clowns nose.
I hate clowns, scary as a viper's pit.

BFM

House Poem

House Poem

House

Home Poem

Home

Poem Poem

Poem

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Wildebeest

In an effort to stay hidden, I wear a cardboard box over my head. I've painted faces on each side. Side one, my mouth is a cerulean crescent; side two, my mouth is a straight black charcoal line; side three, it's a 4h penciled "O"; side four, I leave blank, as to appear that I have it all. 

On walks, I skip.

B.F.M.

Not Me

Who’d a thought

a broken down mule

would find a home

in tender arms?

B.F.M.

The Real and The Imagined You

The Real and The Imagined You

If I Could

The wall switch controls the hall lights on and off.

Those close to me wonder why I walk in the dark.

As if I knew the latin root for switch, which as it turns out, is perhaps Middle Dutch – swijch

B.F.M.

Being Dark

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Blight of How To's

I've read so much

I've forgotten how 

or where to sit

in the morning's light.

B.F.M.

Birdsongs

Striving to be bird-like

I’d sing only 

when I have something to say.

B.F.M.

A.M. Guessing Game

Each morning I think: I know who I am. 

Then stumble into the bathroom,

look in the mirror and wonder:

where I got this awful wig.

B.F.M.

Amazon

From it’s high crested

bully pulpit, Amazon

makes recommendations:

Why beer Matters

&

Charming Shrew.

B.F.M.

5 Comedies

A machine that rakes sand traps.

A prayer offered to god.

A letter out of place.

Under estimating an atheist’s spirituality.

A machine that painting greens green.

B.F.M.

Burned Once

How will go for me 

when

stove top

gas burners 
are 

flaming high

and grease 
is 
all that I am?

B.F.M.

Ordinary Life

In the land of mumbo-jumbo

the spider reigns supreme.

Though his crown an awkward fit

everyone calls him king.

Webbing fates with tiny streams

our fates go unseen.

B.F.M.

Old Man Walker

I watch the old man

afraid of gravity,

shuffle with his eight legs.

I’ve never seen a spider 

move so clumsy, so slow.

B.F.M.

Status

Of the thousand quotidian
words to say, all I can
muster is an anaemic
smiley face.

B.F.M

Cookies in Action

Beautiful mature women

looking for honest,

wealthy man. 

Click Now it’s OurTime,

before gout sets in.

B.F.M.

All the Pretty Girls

In a mountain college town,

I, the elder, pose 

in a coffee shop,

a cliche scribbling 

notes for Mr. Poem.

B.F.M.

Abandonment

My rime formed
in formative years
is meant to keep you at bay.

My slick craggy shores, 
lack kindling or foothold
is meant to keep me distant.

My charm: 
trapped coolness;
glassy particles;
seething–hatred–remorse;
thick tarry dark matter;
belief in a Simoom fairytale.

B.F.M.

Black & Tan Lament

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Black & Tan Lament
16" x 20"
Digital prints available.
2012


Black & Tan Lament
Hollowed, on a barstool, 
Gladys offers you
the black & tan.


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