Category: Original Poetry

suffering gives reason to believe & not to. i’m bedevilled meanwhile   by symbols, images of death, martyrdom, memory, the clump   of body blows, curved steel on flesh; the severing of a boy’s   consciousness. i choose not,   not because it’s rational, but as protest.   i have striven not for correctness, philosophic…

The cat’s fur lights the dark on the other side of the glass. Her tail   disappears, like a swish white dress or a   fish, infinitely Dear – darkness   shows me …   Decidedly, I’m pre-Aquarian. I tell you I have flown   over sea & mountain. During the brandy, half dead,  …

It comes; the tongue would penetrate, string her up but never does; rolls instead the pearl, & lingers there.   2 The cat, for instance, has her mind shut to it. Granted, the tail flickers & her ears twitch as if she’s heard death’s shadow; next minute   tho she knows nothing.   3  …

blood spots    no-one comes as the pen   strips the page of content   The caterpillar crawls along the ragged road.                                       words are birds in their cages free skimmed like stone out   the window the…

there’s time tho to stop; retract the word, your step, back to where/before you even thought of it. no sweat – the hand- gun is/ – and, gone.  a fact for a long   long/. historians   know but not why, by what way you come, some chance! determines. or wanting discipline. the mind fidgets…

 1. to know him is to love him   what goes on but bone, flesh, tight curls; the stories I would tell. Go   on: score your nail down. i fear tho i might burst or fold like there’s no   stuff to hold me.   2stuff                                                                                                                1 March 2018   there’s now, &…

My feet move w/out thinking. You pass me on the pavement. Occupy the back room of. I can’t remember – not one step; heart-   felt –     ; moment; how I got, the way I went. It remains: the weight of –   One step – .I’m like a robot. Even now, & tho I’m…

POW! a man like me but much younger, out- gunned, commandeered.   I’d cut you down from the suffering which humbles the spirit.   You never recover. In London, wait; take orders, bow & later, alone with yourself, feel like a tool, & struck down at 50. You gave your wife   6 children &…

it’s reasonable to kill yourself, granted. if you think about it, hard enough. days are the same; only shorter, colder…   but that’s just logic, which is nothing – intangible, like number; rational, ultimately stupid.   when my chicken’s legs froze i took it to the vet; & when it died, i buried it. i…

1             Cohen   when Leonard Cohen died i tried to write about it & couldn’t,   couldn’t feel it.     II trump’s elected the next day, so there’s poetry in his leaving.   2 a fly landed on the shadow of his hand on the page. i thought it was a sign but…