Category Archives: Poetry

Anything

  I’m not saying I know anything, Particularly, Anything, in particular, Kant knew, only what he thought he knew, Looking up, clouds race the blue, Looking down, spring jonquils push, Toward the azure magnificence, One flees, the other aspires, Who … Continue reading

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Diggin up the Roots

I was just layin round, On the black night stoop, Smoking something I’d found, Neath a crease in the truth, When she rolled up like my old fears, Got out and made the steps in arrears, Stood her high way, … Continue reading

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Mr. Watcher

We’d sat looking out, The slotted line of dark pines, Showed long the green shadows pitted with stars, Lifting and swaying, Like an evening waltz, After a cocktail or two, Had lit your flame, And I the same, Would whirl … Continue reading

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Grateful Buzz

  That little bee, Buzzed around, Low and fat, While this rock star, see, Another drink in hand, The morning sat, Fifty million fans, Fifty million bees, And here they met, In same sun, same nectar, Same buzz, Same stillness, … Continue reading

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A Blunt

I smoked a blunt last night, The twitchy boy who’d sold it said not to, Smoke a whole one, only a few draws, tokes, He’d used the word “tokes” in his twitchy hairless, Voice, only a few and I’d be … Continue reading

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Stealth

Often I think of love, As an animal, The leopard, with her Deep spots, wide as night, Sleeping upon the knarled Limb, high against large, Grey moon, a ghost Herself, quietly slipping, Amongst the dark treetops, Like some soulful sojourner, … Continue reading

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Prayers

“I’m not going to pray anymore,” She said. And I tilted towards her Violet pillow, The one scented with lavender, “For sleeping more soundly,” Her mother had said, Quietly. “You are my God, and I,” She said, Looking up on … Continue reading

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Three Variations

1. Bird upon a wire, Nearby the fallen statue base which crumbles, In upon itself, ashamed to have no admirer. Once the children played upon his hip, And the cool water mended his hot face, As mothers spoke of hunger … Continue reading

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On Smoking

  Once, we sat on the veranda all morning, Drinking tomato and vodka, eating, Champagne in peaches, and smoking. Disdain was the word for smoking, put out, By the mother, staid and starched back, Hair white and mussed, oddly out … Continue reading

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Waiting

The cat sat on the windowsill, Flicking her silken tail,Licking her wide face, “No one is coming today. Her green eye reflected, Her thick fur I felt on face, “It doesn’t matter,” I replied.As she scratched the cold glass anyway.

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