Tagged: new poetry
Green Eyes
I walked into those green eyes hurting the sky terrified of loosing my breath and yet I walked like a soldier towards its death or was it liberation? The leaves were cutting my skin...
A Marigold May Wonder
Cherish to weep A wish to die To know Pain I lay in the Sun but I am not the Sun I feel the warmth The sky is clear I feel the sadness but...
Formerly, Where Guns Blaze
Gushing out the mores of time, place differ from names that stick inside waxed jaws in the heat of things revenge and sex seem to be linked not joined the rest inside the booth...
Flea Market
Haibun Poem A green mountain coffee sign stands in the aisle. Cotton T-shirts and three-quarter shirts with band and sports regalia logos hang on wracks or rest folded on tables inside many booths....
After Survival
Truth resides in their universe – and canonical precedents. I’m with out. In mine, the gritty cut of obstinance – bitter, wakeful distrust poking hollows in murk. I walk a century of others –...
Lost & Found
It escapes me not that in Grand Central That there’s a Lost and Found center Since Grand Central, and New York City itself, Is often the harbinger of those seeking what they have not...
Diminishing Time
The signs of age appear for the first time I am faced with physical restrictions that will only deteriorate from here Dulled pains making me irritable altering my states of mind making me say...
The Things We Blame
It was the cold the freezing cold my ears were shut I have to tell you something Then it was the sun the freaking sun I couldn’t see I have to show you something...
