A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

Mind’s eye

An exuberant child,

without restraint or modesty,

singing, dancing, and making merry.

Round and round they go,

sometimes for hours on end,

inside the skull-shaped room.

And that’s on a good day.


We traded words and we traded barbs;

we traded stories and we traded cards.

We’ve know each other for many years…

through childish play and warranted fears.

With luck, we’ll see plenty more

and relish all that’s yet in store.


To a man who makes us laugh and cry,

who’s shown us how to live and show us how to die;

who took us out to tour the sights

and stayed close on those lonely nights;

you’ve been our hero, our friend, our bro,

a man we’re glad to see and know.

Busy night

My tasks complete, I settle in,

quite long into the evenin’.

The bed is made, the laundry done -

the bills were paid (each and every one)

and I feel I can’t do any more

but try not to pass out on the floor.


A Sunday that was poorly spent

very much to my detriment

for I languished in near idleness

to make up for the wildness

of driving every which way

all throughout the previous day.


What’s the point of going out

if you can’t act like an ass?

What’s the point of living

if you can’t be crass?

Sometimes you’ve got to be a fool

when the sun goes down

'cause you've got to live it up

when you go to town.

Dirty table

A runny nose, a fever under my skin,

an aching body, and fits of coughin’…

The elementalism of disease:

a body’s burden but a mind’s tease.