Category: Poetry
Poems from my past.
Poems from my past.
It offered stillness To a world That was so active Twirling tearfully Like numb-chucking Buzzards overwhelming Peripheral horizons; Its peace prevailed In the dim after hours: Dish rack in disciplined order, scant suds Loitering around the drain, counter Clear except for an occasional dish rag Somehow charismatic in its grunge. A few hours earlier Rustle […]
You might think you know Where he comes from By noting the precision Of his feet as they Rest in sandals. Atop the spattered glass concrete. Looking at the charisma Buzzing within his disposition, You might imagine his room— The bed sheets and blankets Sucking on the mattress, The ugly, throw rug Nestling into the […]
Humans inhabit the court room Where right gets discerned from wrong Investing all their damn money Into the justice they long. Anger bounces savagely In tossed and yanked slinky veins That domino amassment Of hate in buzzing refrain. These are the veins that disregard Every glimpse of opposition, Destroying truth in perspectives That also yearn […]
When I profess to love you forever, You should know, cause I already told you That I’m lying—that my love is for never. Now I can see that your attractive look Diminishes as time passes on, first Impressions of your beauty, I know I mistook Because now your pimple skin has pus; Now you hobble, […]
My mission has become a haze In these droning hours— Snaking pavement, Grass coated medians: Another couple hundred miles, Another tank of diesel fuel, Another nook and cranny town Left unexplored by my consciousness As the gas logo sign posts, Bat me in the eye Like flies Pillars and bridges are swooping down With on […]
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 his […]
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. Please loosen your fetter on fruits unknown. Let the seed of your […]
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! Loss of past […]
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 In […]
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 […]
A silk swim swish slides through water Settling to a sit still for a momentary sigh Till tail then thrusts inching forward Flaunting beauty through water With an unacknowledged triumphant cry. As the fish meanders, does it find Aquatic objects Dancing in pirouettes as they wind Dizzy in their swirls of activity That exists and […]
That a love could be totally true Was a repressed concept within me When apathy was what my heart knew. Many infatuations did ensue Until the painful day came to be When apathy was what my heart knew. I had come to scorn the romantic who Passionately from their heart did believe That a love […]
Working against the constant spank of summer, Loneliness negotiated a groove into the hard rock Although it seemed so pointless. I do not know how this project was initiated. Nor do I know how he came to inhabit this mountain top; But I did watch him grind skull against earth’s flesh The nose hoeing, the […]
And so I’m hanging with my main man, Dan Who can’t afford rent, dignity now inept, Cause federal subsidy is a damn scam! And we imagine shelterless street sultans Rooting through boarding home shanties, stench swept And so I’m hanging with my main man, Dan And he curses disability program, Cursing the fate that he […]
He spoke to me the other night That man there. He was out with one of his buddies Out under the decaying urban veranda, The scent of spring blossoms Trailing off to sleep Against the ghetto dust And gleaming skyline Of business building core. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered Raising his chin to the window. I […]
Belizaro’s old Ford pickup Strained to cross the deep ruts It has gauged into me, Grinding its wheels Across my soft black earth. The truck coughed an echo Against my silent countryside, Carrying in it An empty-hearted American boy Who had come to see My fields of working men. Wheezing to a halt, Its echo […]