Poem: Pretty Things

There are pretty things
So beautiful to behold
Yet empty inside

Poem: West of Amarillo

The road out here is so flat
You can smell the ocean breeze
Blowing across the Texas expanse
In this wide open stretch of earth
With windows down and radio up

Poem: Potential in Emptiness

Emptiness is potential
It is the vacant void
That waits hungry
For something

Poem: Empty Streets and an Empty Room

Her smell lingers like a ghost
on blankets strewn across the couch.

Out the window that is frosting
from the cold outside compared
to the warmth inside, and beyond
I see the street is empty.

She has moved on.

Poem: No More Trains That Go Nowhere

There was a time when you could escape
On trains headed west as far as the rails could go
Dropping you at the edge of western civilization
Now all the rails end at metropolis bright and buzzing
Full of all the colorful people that populate this world
End to end to end with all of their full color lives
When sometimes all you want is the black and white

Poem: Chairs Up

When the laughter goes silent
Like a bar at closing
Where the chairs are all up
The floor is swept
And it’s me and this bottle
With all the ghosts of the night

Poem: Empty Spaces

In lonely hours I walk
Passing among the people
Who do not seem bothered
By how alone they are
And find some solace
In this I know companions