Sufferance |
SufferanceRarely is there only one to blameA dozen errors and omissions make a tragedyMissteps, hesitations, turns and stumblesInch by inch approach a sinkholes edge All or none have ways to seize th...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 17:33:00 GMT |
Out of Body |
Out of BodySomeone irresistibleplease save me from myselfDraw me outfrom dwelling in my own raw meatdowsed in blood and lymphSeduce my pupils wideLet fresh air fill themSuck my retinas inand sigh them...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Jul 2009 06:19:00 GMT |
Ramone-O-Rama |
Ramone-O-RamaA new group out of New Yorkwas coming to townwith a new wave of musicthe flyer saidTheir grainy picture shoutedWe're the next cool thingand don't give a damn about youWalked into the barG...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Jul 2009 17:36:00 GMT |
Ive Nursed My Stillborn Love |
Ive Nursed My Stillborn LoveIve nursed my stillborn love
Hugged her gently to my chest
Kissed and stroked her hair
While softly singing lullabies
Ive bathed her perfect form
Warmed h...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 21:11:00 GMT |
Bonfire |
BonfireBlackened auto bodySpouting flame from every empty windowCloaked in leaping, writhing billowsLike a burning bush along the highwayOn a snowless winter nightTraffic flows, slows, and faster goes...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 17:04:00 GMT |
A Kiss Undone |
A Kiss UndoneHe never kissed herCouldn't cross the narrow space betweenAs he would never mount a motorcycleSo afraid to fall, to hurt, to breakShe was sweet personifiedWithout a hint of bitter sour or...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 17:07:00 GMT |
Blinding |
BlindingToo long have I refused to lookOr looked and failed to seeThe blots and rots along the trackOf steps I trace each dayMy comfort zone erodes and fillsWith mounds of refuse, silt and mudWhich I ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 11:37:00 GMT |
Must Go Up |
Must Go UpWhat comes down must go upLike rain and seedsHeat lands by day
And rises by night
Fledglings fall from the nest
And find their wings in the airWhat goes down must come upLike divers and w...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:36:00 GMT |
The Bakerman |
The BakermanThere is no one home for the bakermanHe would park his truck at the curbThere is no one to answer the bellAnd set his rack on the entryway floorNow nobody opens the doorI would stand by my...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:47:00 GMT |
Happiness (poem) |
HappinessAnd I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.(from "Happiness" by Carl Sandburg)Is it happiness then that we all want?The h...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 18:02:00 GMT |
