Poems

Iron Iron is the metal of the patient and the strong,Iron is the material of the cold and the long,And iron is the element I am made of in the fury,And iron is the verdict of the cold deliberate jury. Not the fire and not the dramatic and not the bright,But iron in the cold […]

Jabberwock’s Rage I’m the shadow that creeps in the dark,I’m the beast you don’t wanna meet,the air gets colder when I’m near,my eyes burn like a flame on repeat.I’m the terror that haunts your dreams,in the corners where fear resides,I’m the hunger, I’m the rage,I’m the one you can’t outrun, no place to hide. My

I See the Storm I see the storm, I feel it rage,but I’ll never turn, I’ll never cage.I’m more than the darkness, more than the pain,I’ll rise again, like the sun after the rain.

I’m No Stranger to the Noise I’m no stranger to the noise, I’ve heard it all before,from the echoes of the world to the sound of the roar.But I stand by the one who sings her own song,my wings beat steady, where I belong.

I Get Why Someone Goes Postal Alarm hits, I’m already late, tie crooked, nerves shot to hell,inbox full of bullshit meetings with subject lines that yell.Boss wants five reports on numbers he’ll never read,while my rent climbs higher than the paycheck I bleed. Stand in line at the bank just to hear “You’re overdrawn,”fees stack

I Paid My Taxes I paid my taxes every year since I first worked at eighteen,I paid the payroll tax and the federal and the state,I paid the property tax and the sales tax in between,I paid without a structure and I paid at the full rate. I paid my taxes, every dollar that I

Holding Ground There is a point in every campaign where advancing is the trap,Where the smart play is to stopand read the distances on the map,Where the ground already taken is the prize worth keeping whole,And the next horizon is a hunger that could swallow you like coal. I learned to hold my ground before

Holding Nothing Loosely I hold the possessions and positions that I currently carrywith an open hand, not from a failure of the necessarygrip of a man who means to keep what he has taken,but because the grip of desperation leaves you badly shaken. Holding nothing loosely means I am not ruled by what I own,the

Handsome Tax Refund I been paying the plain tax all my working lifeExtra effort extra hustle extra knifeTo get what the handsome man gets at the doorWith just his face showing nothing moreWhile I’m submitting credentials and climbing the railHandsome tax refund ain’t coming in the mail Handsome tax refund never arrivesHandsome tax refund not

Hard Hat Swagger He showed up at the site before the foreman had his coffee hot,Twenty years of concrete and he wore it like a lot,He knew the load capacity of every crane by weight,He had the calculations in his head by eight. Hard hat swagger, earned it in the mud,Hard hat swagger, built it