Lose your lie in the amble truthWalk this circle of mothers criesThe lunacy of holding on to those opaque streams of lightStreaming through fields of pink and purple orchids,The songbirds singing Because you can’t see the roadDoesn’t mean you shouldn’t trek the pathLight comes to thee who seekDarkness is blindA blanket of dark matter I…
Category: Original Poetry
at the library
am lost. wondering. the aisles. like years gone/to come tumbling: the librarian wordless & when i talk & she talks i’m not listening & i’m broken also, & there’s Melville, Faulkner… high on the shelves. in the 20 years left to live, i’ve thought to become intimate with, listen; become what i’m not,…
Keep the dirt on your potatoes.
Keep the dirt on your potatoes. “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “” There is something true about the taste of the humble. Those born of the earth seeking no higher demeanor. There is depth in grit. A flavor of the soul. I am what I am… no better dressed than…
hysteria
You could walk me home all night & I, you but one of us must break. It isn’t hard, if you think of it in the morning, as you would other business. Granted, stars shone, like a Van Gough, blurred by light, & high silhouettes hung, & arched windows; & we run…
nightly
When the day’s laid low, rolled by the new moon’s blade & the dark vines bend to the wind; when the flax is wild, risen from the flood, dance as the flame does delight, to purify old bones. Praise the lord.
tension
Tantalus had it hard, the prize so near yet. the Crow also – his Cup, next door, like you I do not. consider it.
A friends eye is a good mirror
Lonely a road cold Leave the critics to their retorts This is no scripture No ancient Latin definition It’s a story of how they met For the rest of you this is where it begins She sits with an apple Entices the serpent The boy will follow Biting into her neck She eats the freshly…
a fight i should have won
Is nothing I said as he plucked the blade from my skull & stemmed the blood with his pants. I do not… here &, how I’m holed up now, fucked with too much, I can’t say. But I feel, I think, somewhat emotional. Like I want to cry because I’m helpless, & there’s…
new evils
lady, true: it’s good to be as you will to feel heat, sun, the downward tug of your dog on the leash, to walk with confidence. my pen meantime draws blood. There’s nothing so hot as red spots on white skin. you’re in my keep still.
Tinker Bell
So when did The vape fam accepted the play Makes my game First game in a while Didn’t you hear? I’ve been banged up away Back on shore Here we go my fucken rock n roll detective hat again Just got to kick it now to the rain maker Now I’ve got to sell Me…
Disco
In it comes, the old bus snorts, and I’m off! An intravenous shot coursing through the salt-scarred arteries – sicky town, Dizzy up and down, God on the bends, effervescent crews swinging their bottles, pooing in the alleys. Somehow it tickles me Up I go! tyre at the curb and down the…
3 types of irony
When the Chinese invaded the Japanese Garden of Contemplation with their cameras & good-natured laughter, I thought, as I sat on the bench contemplating, this is ironic.