Everything

by Daniel Harmon

Everything. Stirs me the input is non-stop. Waiting for a friend in a bar. I watch a lemon twist hug the edge of my glass reading places with icecube reflections it seems so clear after a beer a shot and a prayer l seeom the scourage of waste and decomposure. Fascinated by mutation revulsed by mutilation and war that make us all such woeful sinners with such contrasting capabilites. Yet as we think we're fast enough to outrun the future we can't outwit nature. The doesn't play last laugh it just breathes constantly. Whether we pocket it with a stick or not.

Deepwater Horizon (for BP)

by Daniel Harmon

You’ve got
Too many cars
In the parking lot
So you stick a needle
A mile deep
Into Mother Nature’s vein
And open up a slot
To feed all the cars
With gasoline
And while the cash is counted
Everything gets mean
Accidents happen
And so does shit
You could have had a plan
But expenses wouldn’t cover it
So you go for the fountain of oil
And rupture Mother Nature’s teat
While the bleeding
Won’t stop
Because you bit too deep.

SLOE GIN

by Daniel Harmon

Her mouth says no
Cause her momma told her so
Yet her body
Still says yes
With precise restraint

Her dress and her moves
Fit all the right grooves
But the lipstick says
It won't get smeared tonight

Then she hits the sloe gin
And so completely caves in
That her lips will part
As gently on her face
As they do between her legs.

MANIC DEPRESSIVE

By Daniel Harmon

Your smiling aura
Glows against the neon
Shifting
From cherry to peach

Your laughter is quick
And frees the heart
As it dances
Across your lips

Then, serious eyes
Give depth to a darkness
That curves
Around the shoulders

And shudders
Down your back
As the polish
On your trembling fingers

Crawls past
Violet passions
And fades
To midnight black.