It’s true that a plastic rimmed hat That cost me ten cents at a thrift store Is sitting on my head; And it’s true that they gave me A free plastic trash bag To covers some of my Old five and dime store clothing display; And it’s true I might have taken the bus; When […]
To hell with the insipid emptiness That keeps good people ineptly drowned! Gaze into the perplexed distress and bless The self that is so often shackle bound! This is my pledge to the introspection That so often is betrayed or unknown Or left to rot in the gutter of dread And then scavenged for the […]
Come travel the depths of this lonely night Where knotted roots grope for a morsel Amid the pale faces of flesh undressed Whose pathways are smitten with pools of blood That had once been pumped by a vital heart Now lay stagnant, solitary tear drops. “Besides,” she says: head bowing, smile sly, “My boyfriend would […]
Having spent last night In this University town Tooling around With well-adjusted kids Who have nothing Except time To charm each other, I wake late And am struck Like a sword in the gut With thinking about The stress of the clock And that ongoing need For politeness As I wait For my host’s Breakfast […]
In the company of his own fellowship A coldness impales the male persona As he stands in a barren winter field Where the rapidly shifting wind throws his Chilled stiff body into nothingness. He stands trying to conceal his shiver. Above the infinite eye of the night Glares down upon the stupid smallness Of […]
Hiking these stone spattered mountains alone, Do the true utterances I might speak Make the barren field of my heart full sown? Pondering the breadth of the love I don’t own I ascend to another lonesome peak Hiking these stone spattered mountains alone.
dedicated to the X generation Can your phone number really resuscitate His junkyard of childhood squalor? Clamped to excess his hand pleads for more, Probes darkness like a Buddha incarnate, Clutches for survival, squeezes his mate! And still the sponge holds water, ever more! As his orange does citrus, opens the sore!
There is a quiet stillness every night After dishes have been washed in the sink, Surfaces wiped down, the floor moped, the grill Scraped clean, and utensils like the spatula Placed neatly on aluminum foil. The day’s work Is over and Joe can go home to rest. Joe’s intrinsic sense of order does rests […]
But what is this I am seeing in her: Scraggle screaming its way out of her head? Bleach stains on her shirt where colors have bled? If not her stout torso top maimed femurs That wheel-chairs homeless through jungle plunder Living the life that mother proclaimed dead, When mother did lie to asylum heads; Than […]