Monthly Archives: August 2016

Sleep

Its silent now, clock clicks constant, I slept all day, sick with this blathering bug Throwing out my insides, sweating the sheets Waking to sleep and sleeping slowly in surrender. The ceiling is moving now, rowing over itself And I … Continue reading

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Watchmen

**This poem has been revised with the addition of the quatrain ** What were watchmen doing deeper in the night, All the milk was gone, the cats now slipped between, Steeled men of hard battle who never lived to fight. … Continue reading

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Four Seasons

l  Faded orange leaves hang in pale pallor Weeping their summer sun over bare legs, Scarcely we notice as last light in sadness begs. In our youth we stole my old man’s dark rum And laughed while biting and clawing … Continue reading

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Have you seen this couple

Love. Fall in love. Those shoes that wore out That shirt worn thru The recipe you did not write down Such lyrics you did not remember They just wore a hole in your brain Wow! Love is – the IS. … Continue reading

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Stupid

He never said a word. The snow fell silently. Slowly we turned on our axis. I cried, repeatedly. Alone. Still he looked on with placid Respect. Damn admiration. Worship. And again I would fall, left there To cry tears of … Continue reading

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Night steals forth

“and an absence of light, in the deepening night, Where I wait for sun, looking East.” Jackson Browne Cold calls of the whippoorwill haunt Me in the deepening night, sneaking Unseen but heard in small rustlings. Winsome is the breeze … Continue reading

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The good ones

Torment is knowing the cost And counting it again And again, While the dying lay moaning Only in need of touch To die with dignity. The good ones do die Anyway, the words we Tormented hear, Circling among sad Mothers … Continue reading

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