Look Into Her Headlights

Look into her headlights, And you will see the spark, Of breathing living metal, 
Just sitting there in park!  We see her as a workhorse, To take us here and there, She shelters us with airbags, We even love her spare.  We treat her like she’s family, Like she’s a...

Just Save The Date

What if you got a memo, To write down the date, On which you will die, As you full-fill your fate? What if you knew of, This date you must save? As you give a goodbye, With one final wave… Just save the date, Put it there on your phone, And – the small...

Escape Where I’m at

I am confused by the chaos, Of solitude’s appeal, I’m frightened by the terror of retreating’s good feel. I just want to escape, But this we both know, That voice is correct, There is no place to go! To engage with more people, Yet still be alone, It’s a...

I’m a Con Man

I’m a con man, a gangster, I will sell you this pill. I will fool you and bribe you, And tempt you – I will. I’m a surgeon, so invasive, I will slice my way in. I get deep in your wallet, And under your skin. I’m a lover and a hairdo, And a car you must have, And I...

Who am I?

Who was I then? Who knows my stuff? Who fears my look? Who thinks I’m tough? Who am I now? Who really cares? Who’s lives inside? Who feels the stares? Who can I be? Who gives me lip? Who looks away? Who gives a rip?   Steve Dahl Copyright...