Tagged: poem
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...
Delirious with Love
We are free My unconditional Does not require my obedience I obey no one Completely fulfilled The rain is fragrant While my fires are burning And I am consumed Never am I not Soul...
Phantom (Reprise)
There’s that old feeling again! Never, ever will chronicled pain be trumped by held hands so keep wishing slammed doors, rings flung back in the faces of the time when tears matched the semi-precious...
