Summer Sky
Poem What does one need more than the sky above – blue and big? It’s the story of an old man, the hug of tired mother. It smells of the ocean wild, I...
Tagged: new poetry
The Present Past
Life Poetry The baguette shaped scar on my finger reminds me of a time when I still believed in magic When I thought I was the reincarnation of a pharaoh’s wife When I used...
What Was Lost
True Poems We watched the poets upon the stage Far better ones than I Ones that melt your heart speak their tongues swirl their breaths intermingling their emotions with the crowd As they...
Spirit Jewels
God has scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth. Glittering in the specks of morning sunlight dawned on me. Spirit Jewels fall from the sky, through my third eye, settling into the cells...
Even Death Is Better
Poem The clock is ticking, the room is dark, no one’s breathing, I want to hide, I want to cry, but she holds me tight. Her image is a stone, her smell is...
Try To Sit
Unless you’ve got the best trap for me to escape then the last time full thoughts finish their breakfast will be the night you go hungry taste what we left behind is it to...
Forgetting You on a Plane
Poem The stale oxygen in this human cargo air ship is drying each last molecule of stability I had on land and expelling it back into the soft, deadly blue surrounding through some...
Versification
The letters peel away from the page. and at a shift in meter, they begin to waltz. Only then feeling the stress of their feet, The importance in their scheme. They float away from...
A Letter to Basquiat
Images juxtapose. Image is just a pose for those who wish to see it Impoverished young artist, paint spattered suit. Undercover bum, cardboard boxed in Central Park. Using the spoon in your mouth to...
When You Speak to Me of Love
Short Love Poems When you speak to me of love You speak to me of attraction Two egos magnetized By mutual manipulation Lust, as they call it Physical, mental, emotional Playing at push-and-pull...
One Step Forward, One Step Back
Silhouettes of our past Only moments behind us How do you break off The things that define you? I have memories And I have nightmares How can you decide The things to hold on...
Start Smoking Now
Companions surrender ghostlike flesh Feeling Warmth Fading ember Breath Sculpted movement Exploring little cardboard minds Hard to find a heart as hardened – my bruiseless fingers reaching skyward Febrile hunger Clawing blind for air...
