Poetry
feeble restraints
Any attempt to cage this moment in words, such feeble restraints, would mean that its enormity, itself, had escaped.
River Poem
twisting rivers the Delaware the Schuylkill forming the moist muddy crotch of a brown gowned siren this icy-water triangle swallows its people spewing crushed-powder teeth and bone from concrete smokestacks’ phallic girth under the northern bridge’s rusted rivets forgotten, in soggy towns, nestled ‘tween plump, and flustered bluster-cheeked women flesh rustling, restless ‘neath pilled pink […]
butterfly dawn
tho I’ve argued that anger is sadness its cries, unheard anger exists in different stages arriving first birthed as a simple egg mere possibility a peace-dove’s meal, perhaps should it survive becoming a larvae writhing within its muddy confusion blind and dumb unable to make sense of the world in its continuing disillusionment over inconsistency […]
vesicle
Since a boy, I’ve known this of myself, tho I’ve pretended, wishing otherwise as I wept inside my tall solitude– I’ve known this of my creed, be there any still remaining, unhidden, be there any known to themselves. We are a translucent-walled love, our empathy outwardly facing, loving without limit of judgment, living only to […]
Moses of the Lake
I’d walked down to the lake to get a bit of sunshine to escape the chill and the shade of my thoughts yesterday, he was there as well– Moses he’d stumbled down the sandy mount a bottle-cap-litter beach the debris of stone’s hard-will broken, by tides never wearying he’d been carrying a forty-ounce beer oblivious […]
rubble
When they find our rubble, our pixelated digitalia, they’d think us an uninteresting generation; our wars– not fought for love, our art– wishing reciprocity.
turquoise eternity
she’s a lovely killer as she hovers above my silent wonder her shadow, cast east chases her spread-winged splendor as wind gusts from the west pull at her stillness and she drifts slowly away tho her feathers untroubled and the sea’s churning infinity distant many miles from this place the hawk’s cool shadow passing me […]
Ended with a “Y”
we didn’t have a lot to talk about still, she talked and I listened making a joke now and then when things got too serious she liked that– I’d known I wasn’t the only one and maybe not even the only one that day but I took her anyway my only intent– to fuck the […]
Poetry is for the birds.
I came upon the good fortune to court a lovely redhead. “Let’s have coffee and krimpets at three”, she said. I replied, “Three is a splendid time for our date. If I spread two and four wide, thereupon, I shall find three, laying juicily in wait– a target in which to thrust arrow deep, I […]
wheresoever
Lonesome winter, she leaves us now, love– not banished, tho departed– left to find that which’d been whispered, those frozen-breath promises, those crystal-glow wishes, found drifting upon her own bitter gales– fled this white stillness, of her chilled and obstinate pith– only a pale-gown memory persists, fluttering, within slow-spinning shadows of these taller-days’ warming, her […]