Words
Things change
Things change, always. You wrote this in my yearbook. I stumbled upon it last week. In the heart of the fire is a cheap...
Shine A Beam
Where we standwhat we eatthe atoms of our soul everything we see
was all made from the hearts of distant supernovaethat exploded...
The failure in our living
Dying where we stand,
slouched, our eyes closed,
hands covering our ears,
one could almost imagine
the world has stopped revolving,
a silent protest
against our collective indifference
of the rot...
Free Poetry Skool @ Downtown Public Library
Poets gather
like words on a page
scribed in their own handwriting
as illustrious lines
they embody poetic form
— such as , a tercet , perhaps —
where this...
Fisherman with a Beer
fisherman with a beer
smoking a cigarette
listening to Nirvana
scaring all the birds
fisherman with a beer
smoking a cigarette
listening to Nirvana
scaring all the birders
fisherman with a beer
smoking...
September Dawn
The swift and cold pre-autumn rain,
Will not, dear life, have come in vain.
The last burst of green life given
In dried beds of aged creeks...
to william
Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...
Bukowski, again
oh holy poetic
father
your long skinny soul
scrawled across the backs
of thousands of naked spines
and how each drop
of battery acid
dripped from the dots
in the eyes
and the...
the form of a tempest
and sometimes it doesn’t rhyme but just seeps out like effluent washing over the cobbled streets of a town you’ve never been to and stumbling, burdened with the mannerisms of my father’s...
