Thursday, March 27, 2008

Crap on the Sidewalk

Really?
You're going to let your dog do it there?
In the middle of the sidewalk. Really?
This is downtown, not a dog park,
or did I miss something?
Sure it's a small town but come on!
Where's your shit sack, where's your
fucking decency. Wait! I forgot.
You're the only one that lives here.
The only one that matters.
The only one that uses the sidewalk...
Well if that's the case, wouldn't you want it clean?
Why the fuck do I have to walk with my
eyes down so that I can spare myself dog
shit stuck in the cracks of my cons?
Downtown F.B. is slowly becoming a war zone.
A battle over turf. Ignorant dog owners and a
quiet population. Head to head.
Doesn't take a covert ops team to win this one though.
The winner is clear. The silence speaks for itself.

Dragon on the Ledge

10 Days Later = Weird Rant

It's been 10 days so I've decided to post something new
What does that even mean?
Something new? Something fresh? Just post right?
I'll post when I damn well please! Okay here I go...
Done and done. Ask me again if I care, okay?
It's posted, it's relevant and most importantly,
It's done. Not done but done done. Fork style.
Weird rants are fun but will anyone understand?
Who would care? Who would want to know?
I sure don't, but writing is fun on Thursday. Fork style.
Time to trout it and hope that you get it.
If you don't, whatever. Peace love and crabs.
If you can't commit to a relationship, oh buy the
damn t-shirt already. No one still cares, okay?

Dragon on the Ledge

Monday, March 17, 2008

Common Courtesy

What ever happened to this? Are we all so caught up with our own crap that simple consideration of others space is just too much? Too inconvenient? Spare me. People need to be able to pull their heads out of the clouds and hold a door open for someone. Smile when someone smiles at you, and for the love when someone is trying to work, take your goddamn conversation out of his sad excuse for a cubicle! I feel better now.

Dragon on the Ledge

Friday, March 14, 2008

Written for my loving wife for her birthday:


Faerie Fire

I love you. I need you to know that...
As if you didn't already. I love you
My life barely mattered before
there was us
Nearly six years has passed and
I love you more everyday
There is nothing I wouldn't do for you
Or for us
You are so bright, so loving and just so...
You are everything to me
Never forget that
Even when I'm perched on my ledge
spitting and flaming,
I know when the fire cools my faerie
will fly back to me, bursting with loving
light.
Happy birthday my love...

Your Blood-Purple Dragon

On the Ledge

Always wondered how it would feel. The wind is rushing past, blowing the remaining fall leaves into my space. My cave. Now lined with leaves, my talons crush them easily, shattering the brittle fibers as if they never existed. Looking out over my ledge, hundreds of feet above the fog line, above the ocean, above everything, my scales reflect purple back toward the intense sun. The bright iris of fire burns above me as the flame in my throat tickles, scratching to come forward and ignite. It is only a matter of time before my blaze will be called upon. Someone will break the peace of my ledge, my cave, my home sooner or later. I will only let out one roar. One warning. Heed this sound of caution, I beg. When the echo fades, I will not hesitate to release my fire and burn, until there is nothing left but ash...