Filed Under: Poetry
Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on.
You look at empty spaces just as you look at me.
Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing.
Go on. Go. Please.
For your loving wife.
For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff.
For you. Most of all. For you.
To death, Father. To death.
I love you. To death.
Filed Under: Poetry
No affliction is so great
As the twisting tight
Of a bed without your lover.
Her slippers by the door
A strand of her hair resting on the empty pillow
The nest of blankets often put to the side
now wrap me in my solitude.
———
Lurching, suspended over chill depths,
I ponder my monolith.
Smooth and warm and heaven to touch, my monolith
Housed in […]
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Passing East to West to East Side
We’re always East or West of Somewhere
Delineations, small bits and digits
to give us comfort.
I’m East.
I’m West.
I’m I. Comfort.
Here, I say, take this finger. It’s a digit, too.
No thanks, you say, it’s shriveled and smells funny.
That’s true, I say. But that means its precious. One day we’ll be shriveled […]
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Perfect moments. Quiet walks through parks, Central and Hyde.
Remembrances and visions of ghosts.
The void was plain in those spaces and I embraced it as though it was the time of my death.
Death. Embrace of the void. Acceptance most plain and final and joyous.
We are nothing. We are everything. We are all and none and in […]
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Shield and Armour - Mask of Order peeling away, blistered failing paint
And beneath, the rust and essence, hairy-naked-madness, lusty passion and lonesome Honesty
Broken, mumbling, solitary Honesty
smiling with broken teeth, arrestingly beautiful and stinking
I pray to my God - bent low, prostrate before It, pleading, laughing
Crying for audience - Please God! Stab my Loves to […]
Filed Under: Poetry
Taking off
Solo Trip
Mission? Find.
Query Unknown
Meeting dawn
Speeding East
London town
First impressions
Wandering Thames
Riding Tube
Pub pints
English fare
Cured trout
Irish breakfast
Double espresso
Short muscato
Hyde Park
Perfect Moment
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Reconcile all suffering
And temper it with Hope
This is the effort of all people
Both Awake and asleep
…
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A late night journey home
Flashes of poetry and regret
The latest obsession blasting in my ears
Looping repeat one
Musing on the evening’s events
I rub my tired aching head
My hands hold the odor of end-of-summer sweat,
five cigarette’s smoke and whiskey I shouldn’t have drank
The street’s occupants
craven, bizarre, some beautiful
Studying one another from blurry searching eyes
Advertising grotesque anonymous sex
The […]
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We defined Hate
She and I
as light bled into the serotonin soaked morning
Hate! we decreed, sleep and disparate longings tugging at our eyes,
Hate is the feeling of full Love and understanding
that leaves you in a state of repulsion…
New York
Your repugnant streets of filth and spasm
make me Love you and understand you
all too completely
New York
Your Bodegas
no-star five-star […]
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I want to list the things I love with you
the humor of dogs
artificial light on rainy days
a perfect pear
the skin of your arms, legs + back
I want to lie down with you
speak to you through action
engage in deep silent discussion
sing in unison
say everything through passionate silence
I want to laugh with you
revel in the way your […]
Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on.
You look at empty spaces just as you look at me.
Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing.
Go on. Go. Please.
For your loving wife.
For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff.
For you. Most of all. For you.
To death, Father. To death.
I love you. To death.
No affliction is so great
As the twisting tight
Of a bed without your lover.
Her slippers by the door
A strand of her hair resting on the empty pillow
The nest of blankets often put to the side
now wrap me in my solitude.
———
Lurching, suspended over chill depths,
I ponder my monolith.
Smooth and warm and heaven to touch, my monolith
Housed in […]
A girl in athletic gear bounded up the walkway to a derelict indisposed. I watched her bend over a vagrant, hover closely over him, speaking to him as if trying to rouse an intimate friend. Fruitless efforts to incite motivation. There were gimmicks, rolls, murmurs, coughs, cackling, bitching and moaning. There were people watching people […]