Machine Shop Blues |
MACHINE SHOP BLUES
Dim is the waning light inside my darkness
just a granite casement around my heart,
I hear children's laughter beyond the playground,
where grey skies and yellow sun ...
Posted by Word Machinist on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 07:23:00 PST |
Bradford County Fair 1953 |
BRADFORD COUNTY FAIR 1953
Summer wine flowed as if from the grapevine,
as did the local regions micro-brewed beers.
This was the breadth of our magical youth,
our own historic and ...
Posted by Word Machinist on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 08:23:00 PST |
Dead Sea Scrawls |
DEAD SEA SCRAWLS
I lay with the sharks...
on jagged rocks
lathed in the murky bottom
of an ancient sea
shells tango with coral
and the sorrow bleeds
needing to break free
from salty aq...
Posted by Word Machinist on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 09:19:00 PST |
Wordmachinist |
Hello...Let me re-introduce myself.
I am going to cut to the quick here and try and explain my new look, moniker, etc. First off, no I...
Posted by Word Machinist on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 02:28:00 PST |
Hobo Poet (spoken) |
Hello friends...I wrote this one a couple of months ago and many of you asked about me doing a spoken version of it. Well...here it is. I hope you like it. Click the title or play bu...
Posted by Word Machinist on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:41:00 PST |
Lifeclock |
LIFECLOCK
Oh but the pinnacle of the day enchanted
as the bell of St. Basils rang the way.
my jaunt, just a mad summer lark
saw wonders of the ancients held at bay.
...
Posted by Word Machinist on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:43:00 PST |
Occasional Dream(er) |
OCCASIONAL DREAM(ER)
I dreamt that I was dreaming of you dreaming next to me.We projected phantasmal bodies and made love endlessly.In the internal dream all was bliss as we reached ecstasy.But in th...
Posted by Word Machinist on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:04:00 PST |
If Tony Danza Wrote a Stanza... |
IF TONY DANZA WROTE A STANZA...
If Tony Danza wrote a stanza...
would it be a punch drunk litany,
of all the things he strived to be?
The musings of a faded sitcom star,
raising a cute...
Posted by Word Machinist on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 03:39:00 PST |
Uncle Teasdale Tends the Fires |
UNCLE TEASDALE TENDS THE FIRES
Uncle Teasdale
tends the fires...
Burning books as so much useless brain fodder
The "guppies" are ready to be gutted.
Tree stump...
Posted by Word Machinist on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 03:55:00 PST |
Grey Eyes: Diary of a Schizo |
Grey Eyes: Diary of a Schizo
Curious indeed, and somewhat monumental.
Merely a friend you stated,
as you emerged from that Lincoln Continental.
But an averted gaze can be
perceived as a ...
Posted by Word Machinist on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 10:52:00 PST |
