Pin Drop

Great atmosphere
Great ambiance,
In the crowded hall,

Lights flash
music blares
From speakers on the wall.

With awareness
of the task at hand
The focus is on the ball.

While the pins
in defiance,
Stand so proud and tall,

Run. Swing.
Aim.
Now drop & roll.

Unsuspecting
little guys,
How easily they fall.

Didn’t miss.
I never do.
And now I’ve got ‘em all.

Tried and true
Proven too
It’s just so easy to enthrall.

It's about bowling. Right?

Yeah, sure. As you wish.

EMPTY MOMENTS

The stupidity.
The futility.
The meaningless emptiness
of killing time.

Happens all the time.

Time: too precious a commodity
to watch it crawl.
To watch it fall.
Like raindrops.
So many. So fast.
So dreary. So blank.

A wall of grey.

Exhausting. Encompassing.
Stifling. Suffocating.

And yet -
Time flies.
Leaving in its wake
Blinding dust.
And the smell of burnt rubber.
The stench of failure.

The stupid, futile, empty sound
Of the ticking clock.

I hear it all the time.

An Ode to Darkness

I thank you for the stars

that you've illuminated,

Even though I know it isn't

something you've created.

I'll grant you that I wasn't

as aware before

I never saw it quite like this,

Millions twinkling - maybe more.

Some would say, you've brought magic

or perhaps some other form of light,

But that's not it - as we well know:

You've simply brought the night.

Now in the darkness that envelopes me,

I've become more aware,

of all the wonder in my life

and of the good that is so near.

So I still thank you for the stars

that you’ve helped illuminate,

though caused by the pain of the night

- You’ve taught me to appreciate.