(2012)
Oh I met a girl, Her eyes they shone like fire, I will not speak her name, But her mind I did admire, She left for some distant land,
Majestical journey, About to be begun, And I in my cap, Facing the yellow sun, Smile upon my tired face,
Five and Ten ‘cent women, Running though the street, Walking fast but thinking slow, To every eye they meet, Five and Ten ’cent women,
Beyond the piss colored yellow gas… who demand to be recognized in the… in the rusted realm of sights and… proclaiming to mirrors who they we… outside the Arena within the hidde…
Everything sold in bright colors to attract your irises—everything to be sold at the perfect 99 cent prices. To consume, to burn and use then throw away, to take and turn forward from...
“Tell me, what other than a woman is sweeter than honey?” Wettest, softest, brightest, most delicious, heated And for what happened next, it can’t be explained, Cigarette smoke float...
A table, two chairs, a bright red… I sit. My guest does the same. He… The wine is served. Bright red ru… A book is between us. “Mr. Frost… The old man’s finger lands on the…
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,
A rose born on a thorn is a rose n… A broken heart is birthing a painf… Ugly is to beauty what is only can… Single eyes in a mind Perceptions… In creating Creation is created i…
If I could only go blind for a da… Not to be bombarded by the coming… Colors, trees, blades of grass, Drifting, swaying, the way the mus… Oh so naturally,
So dark in the park Land shark swimming down the line, So fine Jump off the ledge, out of time In Winter, no roses are blooming
My Father slept while I read my w… My Mother, by the fire, listening… Of what my Father saw or heard, I shall never know, Of what he shall tell me,
Quit the benzos Run on amphetamine Keep your street closed And hands washed clean Ebola boy and ISIS
I shall meet you at the Gates of… And leave through the Gates of He… When the sun climbs to strike the… When the moon sits, to be forgiven… When the icy world melts,
Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…