Silver Fox• Show poetry

I am currently wasting my twenties inside of a drab, uninspiring gray cubicle, bereft of stimulation, save for the five minutes a day I spend inhaling the same boring, yet relatively interesting, lunch.  

I have a three year old son who splits his time between driving me mad and inspiring me to write poetry or become a better man.

I have a beautiful wife with a smile that can melt the tension in any room, and eyes that steal my heart every time I look into them.

I write mostly philosophical poetry and I am partial to sonnets.  I wrote my first poem when I was 18, and it was a big success with my friends at camp, those for whom it was written.  Since then I have written only a handful, but the creative juices are starting to flow.

I aspire to be a novelist, but I am too lazy to pull it off.  I know I have the talent (at least, that is what everyone keeps telling me), and yet I only find myself inspired in small spurts.  This is why poetry, and in particular sonnets, suit me well.  If I cannot get an idea out in less than an hour, it typically falls apart or becomes abandoned.

I hope that my readers are driven to think or laugh with my poetry.  I hope that each poem is unique.  And I hope that you will think about each poem after you have read it, even if you have nothing to say.