panic

he sits alone
healthy, safe
fearing what ifs
heart racing as
meds blur any rational thought
a friend brings temporary relief
but darkness crouches at the door

crying

people like me
spend an entire pay cheque
to take in a nhl game
then those on the inside
cry about fighting
touch-icing
etc. etc. etc.
we fans like it
keep it
quit playing hockey if you don't want to do it
maybe join ufc or mma or boxing
wait...better yet
golf or
darts or
poker...yeah, poker
it's on tsn

painting

boss below
swearing
paint on his bald head
my tray
tipped

excited

guy all excited to
go "moosin"
thanksgiving weekend
thought to myself
we will both be at a cottage
on a lake
with friends
but
i will shop at sobeys
he will kill something
i will cuddle my wife by the fire
he will bleed a moose in the bush
i will swim and hike and eat and read
he will dress in camo and hide out for hours
i will be with a beautiful woman
he will be with the fellas
i will cast several times in honor of him
hoping to catch nothing
i pick cottaging

weak

he shows up at the perfect time
for supper or lunch
at inopportune times
for a ride or money
one time he showed up as i was moving a freezer
half way up the stairs
he had to go
friend forever

hockey parent fail

happy ride to rink
on time
sweet equipment
pumped and ready to go
jump to ice with zest
wipeout
Daaad!
skate guards still
on

trough

a long
narrow
open receptacle
usually boxlike in shape
used chiefly to hold water or food for animals

at the kitchener aud...

a long
narrow
open receptacle
boxlike in shape
used chiefly to catch urine from humans who are not afflicted by stage fright

money

flowing rapidly
in and out of pockets
some work for it
others do not
some have lots
others have none
it's a tool!
it's a tyrant!
it's made of trees
we need enough

poor

social worker
meets
starving artist

together
they
settle with little
enjoy much
and
bask in love

epithelial, connective, muscle, and nervous...

a crowd of cells
working together
for the same cause
on the same function
is called
tissue

Good with words

Can't seem to find the words...
To describe...
The weekend...
How happy or content...
The tastes or...
The beauty...
How 'bout I just slobber and stare

fox

Navigating the shoreline all easy like
Sneaking up on us fireside all sneaky like
Brushing by legs all cat like
And only one blurry picture
Mysterious mr fox

diabetic

when it comes to coffee
he never cheats
sweetner it must be
conscience appeased
he strolls away
coffee, cake and
ice cream

toast

milk glasses
meet wine glasses
toast announced
almost-3-year-old arm raised high
"to great great gramma...
who's dead!"
cheers

on fire

carefully arranging home
for optimum romance
everything neat, tidy and clean
delicious smells, aesthetically appealing
candles placed perfectly
match struck
match splinterd
wool sweater
on me
up in flames

on fire