I went to South End late last night
to eat some oyster stew
and saw a wicked awesome fight
while sipping on my brew!
Sweet punches flew like fighter planes
from two gigantic men,
until some cops came bearing chains
and passage to the pen!
Category Archives: poetry
troubled lullabies
Resignation sounds around you, rising up
from an exasperated earth, freezing fear
into languishing lips.
Gentle tremors rock a riven heart to sleep:
troubled lullabies from the other side.
metamorphosis
Slipping off the costume once again,
you become a sweet creature of dreams.
The common body, buried beneath
a flimsy gauze of naught, is shared with
no one save the Devil.
Slipping off the costume once again,
you become a hellion of horrors.
What is revealed?
The darkest parts that have no shame.
What is concealed?
The golden parts that have no aim.
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Pumpkin face,
sewn into my smile,
must we part
by new moon,
or can we begin again
under sun’s cover?
drowsy evermore
Drowsy pigeons peck at puddles of crumbs as
emaciated ravens console wavering widows.
Cadavers flown home on thrones of hushed
bones dream of nothing new, evermore.
the 6 words you cannot find
Courage, like early morning walks, is a
habit which should be practiced often if
it is to become a song that the soul can
sing in its sleep.
Process precedes perfection; every step is
a standard. Hibernation in summer’s spout
oppresses the spirit if an inner torch still
burns.
shedding skin
Hawk eyes survey a cobbled square, teeming with tamed shadows.
Café noir in manicured hands, harsh rays from a cumbersome sun
fall upon her cobra-skinned boots. She shields indigo eyelids with
bejeweled twigs, blocking out far-off orchards with all her might.
Expectant limbs howl out her name; their sickly offspring are her
birthmark. Invisible to the passing eye, they have marked her for
life.
flickering in futility
Flickering in futility, eye light vanishes at last.
Lubricant long gone from musket’s length,
horror after horror has turned muscular men
into bawling boys.
Carmine comets, too numerous to count, rain
downwards until no consoling bullets remain.
An involuntary babysitter, bereft of his blanket,
tends a makeshift graveyard until buttress’ come.
Blessed Art Thou
A crimson tinted mouth smudges
comrade glasses beneath a buzz of
walking suits. They talk only amongst
themselves, never to her.
Glittering gown masks avian limbs, a
former gazelle turned silent sidekick.
She is hopeless in her new-found role
and recites alphabetic antiphons, reaping
no harvest beside such diseased plantings,
yet brightly standing still, she will.
forever edited
Decay of the visible is difficult enough but the
assassination of the unseen is a far greater crime.
Amazing transformations are taking place every day and
already, we have lost precious and valuable slivers of
energy that could have been used in an
alternate life. The disintegration of our histories is a
puzzle that we may never be able to solve.
Symbolic objects pass through weathered hands, forever
edited for meaning by time’s ever-changing whims.
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