All Blog Posts Tagged 'poem' (5)

Blue eyes bright Love nature’s light Sing words of whim Pain in every limb Conquer world’s bound Twist dove’s crown Angel’s mystic words of wisdom Time to take the travel piston More than a friend Less than a lover Tends to disguise What I want to uncover Craving’s wings bat Licks, unwanted pouts Time is still at last Time’s unworldly doubts Continue

time stands still trees blow, bloom i stand here this empty room my heart shattered broken, torn my mind lost weathered and worn loves blissful moments pass with each day rip apart the soul conquer, decay soul anew heart reborn towers built, skies scorned. Continue

Untitled #37 – Just Imagine Living a life that's unknown to me harries my head, threads thought, squares spine. The vines in my hand soon become spine An itch in my throat, up comes a bee. I walk a ways and come to a tree. A much needed rest is soon what I find. With closed eyes I see bugs on my mind; Technicolor turtles offer me tea. There in the woods, I can see my wife. Shouting at me to do what I'm told; Graveyards need checking before they are sold. Windex in hand I run w… Continue

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped… Continue

You said the anger would come back just as the love did. I have a black look I do not like. It is a mask I try on. I migrate toward it and its frog sits on my lips and defecates. It is old. It is also a pauper. I have tried to keep it on a diet. I give it no unction. There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it. Lust has taken plant in it and I have placed you and your child at its milk tip. Oh the blackness is murderous… Continue