frost-rotten apple on the mailbox halloween treats from bewhiskered friends
Category: poems
Ever notice that most people never really like reading poetry? Perhaps there is a reason.
torment tides/
fingers broken
stiff and taut
scrabble limestone
reaching for
already yesterday
liminal lacunae
slender slip through
betwixt and 'tween
a rose garden
of thorn
painted hearts/
statues in the
winter garden
crying stone tears
the memory
of the summerlands
painted on their hearts
jadis/
she shook her fist,
strapped in place,
at the armies marching
past her bed
towards battles
in broken narnia
another journey/
silent, snowfall hush
frost breathing starless slumber
a train's lonesome howl
outcast/
machine-gunned four-inch nails rusted in his head white-worm pocket-prize meat fungal meat slender, pale and mean tunnel-vision fleshfood backward glance into the mirror of time beyond palings sent wasteland-ward the loser amidst fools sacrificed to the machine piggy piggy pig
lowry/
rebel kiss on the wing
lips sing willowisp sting
they've lost us
never to be found
hiding
in brazil
f*cking snow/
i shake my fist
at the sky --
the cantankerous curmudgeon
"it's too early
for snow, dammit"
the sky laughs at
my impotent tirade
raven joins in
tattoo/
the october country
is where
all the sad
middle-aged men go --
wondering just
which journey brought
them to this place
where a teardrop
seems frozen, tattooed
in the corner of
their eye
backyard/
ruddy maple leaves perfume the air with autumn -- chipmunks curse and swear
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