[tabby title="Poem"] Pinocchio is a puppet.He tells the lies his ventriloquist puts in his mouth.Pinocchio's nose grows with every word he speaks.Pinocchio's face hangs on a banner in the Halls of Justice. Pinocchio's head has termites,and one day he will...

[tabby title="Poem"] Around the boardroom tablecome sit for the Last Supper,if you are a Chosen One. We'll make the right decisions,so nothing will be left--or even in the middle. That's how we roll. We have an agenda.Don't get in our...

[tabby title="Poem"Oh, who will trust a poet—No matter how he pleadsThat his poetic musingsAre just what you may need? You trust the man of science,For he can show the wayThat flies can walk on waterAnd ride upon the waves. We...

[tabby title="Poem"] The prickles of the cactusare for protection, not inspection.The cactus doesn't need a No Trespassing sign–experience is the best teacher. Look, but don't touch.What if the cactus struck blindanyone who took a peek at it?Be thankful that's not...

[tabby title="Poem"] Wherever I go I'm always halfway there.Whatever I do is always halfway done. That's why I'm impeding your progress.I'm not a contender. I'm not in the race. Whenever there's an issue I'm always in the middle–which infuriates everyone...