Monday, April 30, 2007


Does he stoop since birth?
Or is he burdened,
By a hundred failures?
Some his own
Some of his forefathers.
The inheirtance of dreams?

Thursday, April 19, 2007


The music floods the car,
"Break Away", she sings.
I move my car two feet ahead

P.S> I spend a considerable amount of time in traffic everyday with all the construction on my way to work.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007


On the pages were listed
A small house in the country,
A trusty piano,
His collection of Mozart records,
A small Picasso he had splurged on,
A twenty year old car

The sons bore grave smiles
And paced nervously behind him
And wondered,
Is a father every really fair?

The lawyer put on his glasses
And laid the document in front of him,
With contained impatience.
A lunch with his estranged daughter awaited him

The signee cautiously flipped through the pages
Careful not to leave any crosses unsigned
An old habit.
The things you can’t bequeath, he pondered