This Is No Place For Poetry (For Sam)
Mother, we castrate you in our pursuit
by pounding bells to dictate our march,
no mercy is know in the stiff pounding rhythm
pumping furiously to silence your heartthrob
and to produce, conquer, and consume.
Blinded humanity whose suffering is hidden in the plastic.
The black and white are lines that divide
cast off the tethers that bind you to I
...
Saturday 12th August 2017 9:00 pm
Writing Without
Writing without the drug
is like breathing without lungs,
like drowning as fingertips go numb,
reaching for a ledge to scrawl myself upon.
Unable to grasp a pen,
PJ offers me sanctuary in her songs.
I curl myself up softly in them now and
again and again I look towards the exit
and again and again find the hallways blocked by martyrs of myself
...Sunday 11th June 2017 4:26 pm
Benumbed
The cold creeps in
To the little places,
Between the toes
Between the fingers
And in the nose.
The cold creeps in
At the expected hours,
Before the snow
Before the sun
While the wind blows.
The cold creeps in
When you least expect it as well,
Beginning with Pentecost
Beginning with the nursery rhyme
Escaping with exhaust.
The cold creeps ...
Friday 10th March 2017 6:30 pm
A Quick One While Annoyed
I sit in this room
starving rank and mad
and hate them.
The sound of consumption,
rattle and clang of dish and slop,
tending to the daily,
necessary talk of finance and politic,
the cat mewing for attention.
While I work to understand the
mysteries.
Yet I love them,
Long night soliloquies
mild walks and rides
summer city at midnight
enduring the ages...
Saturday 11th February 2017 5:23 pm
Hazy and Dull
Will I ever find
A place in which to stay
Where peace can be her name
And sanctuary our play
With no one left to love
And friends that fade away
I need a little secret
In which to hide my destiny
After all these many years
You’d think I’d learned the game
Overcame a young man’s shame
Played it all the youthful way
Traveled all those roads as my hair turned gray
...Tuesday 3rd January 2017 12:00 am
Unspoken
I prefer to write in
Anonymity
The freedom it entails
Simply to be an pseudonym
Represented by a single word
The potential to be
Variable
Alpha or Omega
Female or male
A horizon
To express uninhibited
Faceless in a crowd
Existing only as a brief shout.
It is shameless almost
In its vanity,
To be cloaked
In a cultivated air
Seemingly mysterious,
...Saturday 31st December 2016 1:42 pm
Never Change
11/5 early morning slip-ups
strike you down.
The hunger is ugly.
Early smoke in the sunrise
beckons a call to the forlorn
finding company with
those that cast shadows and cloud
the windsheild.
Cold, Cold, Cold,
numb finger tips
tuning the radio dial,
searching for old solice
despite
the stuttering roar of the automobile.
I remeber her explor...
Sunday 27th November 2016 1:50 am
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