It Is Hard To Squeeze |
It is hard to squeezea small dollop of ingenuityonto paper.You must massage and stroke ituntil an exclamation point surfaces likea budding child from the tortured push of awoman.
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 07:15:00 GMT |
An Artist's Cry |
It rises under water, under bubbles and shields.Mouth agape, eyes clenched in struggle.My freedom is panicking, because I sometimes think that the forces against it are too strong to overcome. Still, ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:52:00 GMT |
On Imperfections |
A few spotson an appledoes not diminishits flavorNeither does a bananabecome less of oneif it isfreckled.
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 03:04:00 GMT |
Tough Shells |
I like tough shells, with soft fillingBut mine leaks out at inopportune timesLike when your eyes lock with mine on a groaning subway trainAnd I'm not sure whether to turn away in fear Or persist the s...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 03:46:00 GMT |
Life |
A puzzle-pieced roadwith a few missingSpiraled and sloped,still an uphill climb.Continuingis all there is to do
Blind faith andcloudy destinationCallused feetSalty skinEyes no longer seeingbut hopingi...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 03:45:00 GMT |
I Doubt You |
Are you solid,or just hardened to the touch,eventually to grow stale,and flakelike brittle, boxed film?Or could you be a cloud of smoke,whisps of dense airattacking and retreating in stages?Or are you...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 14:19:00 GMT |
Dreamlover |
Full-lippedwith crescent moons for cheek bones.A bird's beak for a peakof hairDusty colored, well-roasted,and hands that suggestearly morning, hickory-smokedhard workVeiny eyes,focused, in plain viewF...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 03:46:00 GMT |
Fear |
A black, shadowless massa globule, a lumpgelatin-like, quick-tremoredslipperySlow, but parasiticenveloping and claustrophobicIt paces itselfand germinates from a single seed.
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:10:00 GMT |
New York City |
A field of broken dreams.Some have shattered,some are cobwebbed,others are plucked bare.A few shine magnificently.Dreamssqueeze, press, and stretchinto existence.Lives are formedin Brooklyn.Streetwalk...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
For Those Who Act Differently |
When my frustration curls over,and drips in waves across the hardwood floor,leaving an indelible stain,dark and spongy,that is when I'll tell you how I feel,although I'm sure you'll never understand.F...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:45:00 GMT |
