Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Awful Photographs

I am sitting
On a thing that I won’t bring
Outside the house
‘Cos here, it thrills my butt

And head bent
Slightly, over this-
Un-varnished table
Faded by time

I’m no-where, just here
For hours, imitating days
Facing what I must-
This fear of mine

But, if you
See me, talking happily
And with no fear
Then you’ll see not

The pen, flowing
With deep sadness, for
I’ve released-
These awful photographs

Of pain that caused
My tears, without warnings
To fall, ‘cos you know
The sun went up

Upon me and I feel, doubtless
I can survive- the next
Heartache of this so called life

Monday, December 29, 2014

Naps = Good

Napping isn’t so bad,
so you shouldn’t be sad.
You get to stop and dream,
and let off some steam.
You get to sleep and rest,
from life’s daily quest.
And before you wake?..
Thank goodness…
Mom gets a break.

Evan James Griffin

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


I am an ass
inadmissibly slapped too many times
bruised and shapely underneath my jeans
moving with defening sound waves
I have grown tired of your exploitations