In your dreams |
I'm a freak for endless wormenin your nightmares,my shoulder is an iceburg turned coldand hard enough to sink our relation-ship,as I prowl the birdflight of girlswho are not you.In the morning you tel...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:58:00 GMT |
My Love |
Dear All,Our journeys are going beautifully, I want so much to
share the experiences we've been going thru, and yet to share only the
physical facts of where and when would miss what I'd mean to s...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 11:23:00 GMT |
mean streets |
In the mean streets with determined will Everyones out to get their fill, and piece of Pie, for bills and debts and thrills to get Before they die, with a Professional attitude, just the rig...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 11:20:00 GMT |
rotation |
We hinge here like a door that swings open to hope or slams in fear. Like something stuck half in the past, and reaching ahead. Like something barely born, and playing dead. We...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 02:02:00 GMT |
"the lesson" by Maya Angelou |
The Lesson I keep on dying again.Veins collapse, opening like theSmall fists of sleepingChildren.Memory of old tombs,Rotting flesh and worms doNot co...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 00:11:00 GMT |
a simple song |
A simple song,
sung as a shield,
held in defense against
the hunger of ignorance,
which snaps at the slightest
sign of intelligence.
The blind are like bottom feeders
around the bones of a shipwreck;
...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 13:32:00 GMT |
a can of worms and the spice of dune |
This is a poem for every person
who has held their breath for a period
of several months,
or years.
Coming up as if from underwater
finally, to "gasp",
grasping at anything solid,
"don't let me go ba...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:05:00 GMT |
waking up |
The sky is blue this morning,
the way it always is above the clouds
now visible.
I find myself sighing on mornings like this,
to see what I somehow knew was there
beyond the clouds weigh...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 00:20:00 GMT |
