Poemish |
Across the ocean blue and wide the sun is surely flyingTo dip below the waves beyond tomorrow to be born againIs she a chariot of fire and light is she a nuclear reactionIf its somewhere there in betw...
Posted by Erik on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 10:45:00 PST |
stuff |
God if I only had a dimefor every two-bit emotion coming to me for a dimeand which ones get the time?Say I am in lovesay itdoes this one bit matterto the other bitsSeems you become what surrounds youm...
Posted by Erik on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 01:13:00 PST |
something old |
A little light on the table The door to the balcony is open I'm cold...no...It's cold Into childhood and tattered blanket memories mine manifested manicles holding close pebbles scattered matter of f...
Posted by Erik on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 04:28:00 PST |
No break is clean |
All eyes drive the course to the missing turbulenceAnd over the hills rides the banner of knickers and petticoatsThe last man standing leans on his rifle with the a rueful nodThe parade passes by like...
Posted by Erik on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
bad poetry |
Sighing at the emptiness of the same pages that once lived breathy and pure
Drinking the same purity til it poisons the very intentions that spawned it
The ache of the one alone at heart is an ache...
Posted by Erik on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
