Paradise lost today   Back then So much the king I was living in a castle Called SOLITUDE   Heaven forsaken today   Back then So much the bastard knight I was riding a horse Called LUST   Love found today   Back then So much the clown I was dancing for a circus Called…

Gone Now with the leaves of autumn Is this Summer of yesterday loves Standing In the chill hollow Of a winter night I wander through empty gardens That Once blossomed with the kisses of spring   ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016  

Obscene smile on her lips Wanton shake of hips Looking good after dark She gonna swing outta the trailer park Hair bleached crimped and braided Push up bra blue eye shadow And bubble gum pink lipstick   At the local bar running her local trick While she keeps her secret self hidden far away Lost…

Poor bastard… gets up before the sun everyday off to demeaning back breaking mind numbing life robbing constant monotonous fear of injury minimum wage pay for what used to be skilled trade downsize downgrade expendable resource blame it on the economy cheaper labor available with coming June’s graduates Suckers… I still feel for them both…

I enjoy words. I really enjoy words like WE And US and TOGETHER And OUR and FAMILY.   Words that join, Words that unite, Words that ignite Words that tie together Times and Experiences.   They are good words. They feel good, Especially when used correctly.   For example, WE are all GATHERED Here to…

I’ve been going crazy Ever since You up and left me Leaving me high and dry Watching Sanity Waving gently goodbye   Harsh is the blade Of indifference Making all the difference Cutting whispering throats Leaving behind memories Of long lost wailing ghosts And heartless cruel hosts Of laughing Jackals and alligators Singing psalms in…

I was wearing a dirty T-shirt And work boots Waiting for you To come join us in this world When the nurses gathered All concerned together Like wise witches Or sorceresses Invoking magic words   CODE 3   In a sudden storm Of paper gowns And haunting Squeaking and squealing Of the gurney wheels And…

Your picture smiles at me now Used to be it would hurt down Way deep Where all the hopes Dreams And childhood wishes sleep   It’s been almost six years I can’t begin to describe the tears Awash in a guilty ocean of fears Consumed daily consumption from within Drowning everything with booze again  …

I have this picture of my father It’s one of my favorites   He is standing next to a small waterfall On a bridge Over a river Wearing his ball cap And fishing vest With his pole in his hand Ready to go   The peace in his smile and eyes In this photo Are…

Over as soon as it started again A violent outburst Torrential downpour Like child emotions out of control Ocean borne storm over the desert Over as soon as it started again A violent outburst Like the back of an angry father’s hand Quick thunderclap And then the water works start to flow Severe flooding of…

It was Christmas time and the oil lanterns Threw strange mongrel shadows Across the walls Of the little one bedroom apartment   The oven was a warm harbor Of love and safety We had three or four Lamps going in the kitchen   Little brother and I at the table Cookie sheet of baked Homemade…

  I liked it better when you were At the back of the bus Then I didn’t have to look at us To look at all the similarities Between you and me   It was easier when I didn’t have to see That we treat each other so differently When you’re not sitting right next…