A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
Tag: peace/responsibility
Living
I was reared in the Church of Don’t-Worry-About-It, Under Saint Nobody. Nobody has stayed by my side all my life. He never criticizes, or he doesn’t answer back. Nobody walks with me, So I walk with nobody. He’s fine. I went with him to the Wailing Wall, Where I began to bang my head. My…
The Son’s Confession.
One day I’ll be famous, with power and great wealth, I’d be in perfect body of sound mind and good health. Everyone will like me, I’d be of good repute, If a person contradicts me, my butler will refute Them, and put my reputation on a silver pedestal, No-one knows what else I do so…
Dialogue
I bastardized an historical fiction today. I adulterated the ism, the -isy, the science of retelling. Yeah, I added invented dialogue to assumed events. Events I was convinced of, Events that are unlikely, Events that have been censored. But I couldn’t resist – the book was so dull, and the evidence is so scarce, and…
from Workers Of The Hours
5. I have brokered time out of a rut to forage for poem in the half caste, half-pulled down places, where the yellow and dark, the golden sheen, of some, their faces, lean, or fed the red meat white men grow empire on: extreme rut of a dream, rut of emotion expressed, rut of a…