I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
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…
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers