For My Love Mercedes
I Miss My Girl Mercedes The salt washed away. In the sun she’s glistening. My girl Mercedes. I wrote this haiku in August of…
Another Ode to Cinnabon
C is for Cinnabon, I Need you right Now. As your Bon, this One Needs to right now. Today on Twitter, my friends at Cinnabon…
It’s You, Not Me – A Breakup Poem For Amy Cuddy
Dearest Hotels.com, First of all where shall I begin? It’s not me it’s you, who’s smilin’. Pretty pictures did dance on my eyes, this…
I am Stout
Big bold and complex. That’s a description of me. Green Flash Double Stout.
Fit To Be Tied
At Famous Footwear
Bought more Sperry Top Siders
I’ve a shoediction….
Miller De-Lite
On the plane
a poem I write,
thank goodness for
my Miller Lite….
The Story of Me and Product Placement Poetry
Several years ago, I was an up and coming investment banker that criss-crossed the United States and Europe, assisting my clients in buying and selling companies, as well as completing their financing needs. I spent numerous hours on planes, trains and in automobiles, always carrying a notebook where I could jot down poetry, notes or experiences that I was encountering. Many of these experiences consisted of…
An Ode To @Twittter
T is for Twitter
We
Interact
Today
Tomorrow
Effortlessly.
Retweet….
Said the Drunkard, “Givemesomemore”
I think I’m in love ~
With The Poet oatmeal stout ~
Said forevermore….
The Sky
I am sitting in 1C, waiting for the thrust of the Rolls Royce engines to propel me forward. I firmly clutch the faded gray, faux leather armrest with my left hand, revealing blue veins through now white clenched fingers. As the whir of the engines begins to purr, the miniature Dasani water bottle bounces around happily as the underbelly of the jumbo jet licks…