I have something to say about deci…
if I were to make them
all the time, might find
a certain sense of resolute truth.
The mind wanders to and fro,
This little book of rhyme
holds captive my heart.
No, my mind’s the real upstart.
Credit to my heart’s a crime.
Desperation took the real blow
A heart of sadness,
on a spectators’ pilgrimage
to the regions of the unknown.
I wish I knew.
I wish I could recuperate.
Inner burst of joy-
from a caffeine fix-
The modern day call to action.
I do not stand, I sit for miles
and transfixed on the
Don’t you know
that I tried my best
to capture exuberance of life
in my breast.
...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu…
The words flutter like a salacious…
Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat…
Baudelaire on drugs.
A reading, by a poet,
If there was anything that mattere…
I would hold hope
that the very thing
would be me.
The ladder is before you
Will you climb?
Well of course you will
You have the time
Those first rungs are easy
If I could pray,
I would pray that you all
enjoy your lives.
Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment
of the self and restlessness.
He haunts me every night
a ghostly light highlights a darkl…
Skin the color of starlight in mem…
Dreaded demon of conscious-less em…
He is my demented tormentor
There it is again,
that weird, translucent
awareness suddenly felt when
sitting directly opposite from som…
in a small, non-intimate room.
The humming of the electrical wire…
outside my window
as the birds lay alongside there,
The ghost is huddled at the end of…
in a dark corner where the light f…
curl over its knees, attempting to…
like a child in a strange place.
It stands at the corner of my sigh…
A bouquet of peonies sits on the k…
Pictures dot the wall, the table s…
with the memory of that once perfe…
The clock ticks rhythmically, somb…
There I am, seated at the head of…
I grew up staring starry-eyed at t…
of healthier men walking out of do…
head held high while I kept their…
It wasn’t something to really envy…
and a fine nights sleep. No family…