(2014)
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
