Gone Fishing...

Alas, I will be taking a break from posting for the next three or four weeks. I have a small but important workload that I can no longer ignore and I really want to knock it down so I must dedicate my foreseeable time to that. I hope to be back at it before too long so please keep checking back. Thank you for your continued reading!

A Leaf on the Wind

A Leaf on the Wind

By Brandon Palzkill

A leaf plucked from the autumn tree

Tumbling downward

Twirling, swirling

Spiraling toward the grassy floor

The only place it wants to be

It reaches out to the ground

Gripping a lush green blade

And nestles itself

Amongst the grass

To spend the rest of its days

Lazing beneath the sun

In blissful tranquility.

Love Songs

Love Songs  

By Brandon Palzkill

I’ve longed for my lady; I’ve waited all day to be with her

I’ve finally come home and it’s just the two of us

Alone for an intimate evening

I wrap my arms around her

I feel her curves in my firm embrace

I caress her supple form

Rubbing her shoulders, brushing her neck

She purrs a sultry readiness

Offering me her invitation.

My nimble fingers know her every inch

They’ve tiptoed up and down her many times before

And they deftly find their way

Working their magic

She lets loose an enraptured wail

I find my groove;

I apply deliberate pressure

In all the right places

Harder, faster, softer, slower

Making her squeal, making her trill

I keep pushing, I don’t let up

Racing her toward an ultimate climax.

Finally, we reach our finale

She sings a long crescendo to shake the walls

Then her trebling voice fades

She needs a rest; so do I

I put my six-string electric beauty

Back in her snug black case

And fill my mind with thoughts

Of the melodies we’ll make tomorrow.

My Introspective Blues

My Introspective Blues

By Brandon Palzkill

Stuck between the lifeless minutes

Of ongoing triviality

I’ve found myself

In a soul-sucking situation

And lost myself

To the foreseeable future

Where I’m wading through

A whirlpool of bullshit

As it bogs me down

With an undertow of self-disrespect

That aims to drag me

Into the darkness.

My aching mind dares to wander

Beyond the detrimental hindrances

Toward the promise

Of a nova-bright tomorrow

Where everything that’s earned

My ire

Becomes a receding reflection

In my rearview mirror.

Maybe I’ll hop in my apple red ride

And race into the

Transitional sunset

Where I’ll whistle a happy tune

and raise a salutary finger

To all the assholic aggravations

that have shaped

my chaotic, malcontent

existence.

Once the minutes tick behind me,

I’m gonna go my own way

And make my own fun

And then I’ll go to Disneyland

And have a nice day.

I've Lost My Voice

I’ve Lost My Voice

By Brandon Palzkill

Staring at the speckled ceiling

Waiting for inspiration to fall from the sky

Soft golden lamplight twinkles

On my spot-stained lenses

Reminding me of rain-soaked sunrises

And my wheels creak and groan

Looking for descriptors

To define the resplendent imagery

In my wandering mind

And coming up completely empty

Nothing to be said

I’ve lost my voice…

Excuse me while I try to find it.

As Days Go By

As Days Go By

By Brandon Palzkill

As woe begotten days go by

I’ve fallen far from up on high

And can’t stand up from where I lie

Forever gazing at the sky

I long to spread my wings and fly

And then, with steely-glinted eye

I’ll sound a gallant battle cry

“To sink or swim; there is no try”

But even should things go awry

Perhaps my end is not yet nigh

I’m stronger from my faults and I

Would never be caught, high and dry

My world could be a slice of pie

Until the very day I die

I’d climb back up from where I lie

And never have to say goodbye