I used to think that I could hope. A hope that draws a dreamy sigh. Inject it like some creamy dope And feel it creeping to the high. But now I know that hope is lost. I lost it as I stupefied. Addiction brought cascading cost That crippled as I slowly died.
Tag: #poetry
Sep22
Marvellous flexing aura, In constant change, Bring us closer to truth. In truth, in wild yonder, We wonder under The illuminating blanket Warming the winter sky, Hopefully to thaw Any unnatural selections, Any unbalanced equations That twist like those visual strands Across the arctic horizon. Let it lead us And bring us into equilibrium, Holding…
Sep21
Surfing the tables, burning A pocketful of puff, Rough, off the cuff, And curling, the table turning. Rolling in dough, for show, Encrusting the rings, Every day’s things On the street-worn skid-row. And there’s beef and a fat reef, The wisps caressing the lung And lines lined up among The brief relief from the grief….
Sep19
Remind me, again… remind me. Tell me the tale of my triumphant father: With pleasure… In smoky daze, awash with commotion stuttering through the yellowing cavern of the working man, barfing, bowing heads soaking in the numbers tumbling from the cackling machine, hope etched into each man’s impaired focus. Deeper still savage packs of tradesmen,…
Sep18
If the tidal swell of human emotion Could stop this world from turning, It would’ve done so on the day The sands of his hourglass Drifted wholly into the deep. The clocks would’ve held back their tick for him, The moon stock still in waxing crescent ever more, The sun, somewhere setting, somewhere rising, eternal,…
Sep17
The Masterpiece. Oh Lord! Won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz… I say buy, but I really mean “gift me”, Because I want to claim the tax back, if possible. My knees are hurting, God. I’ve been down on them for fourteen hours, (I’ve been counting), And still I only have A driveway full of emptiness…
Sep16
State: Opening. I’m open. I always sought that position. Dignity thrown crudely into the back of my estate, slam down the boot, slam down superposition PARTICLES SUSPENDED Juxtaposition NITROGEN OXYGEN ARGON CARBON-DIOXIDE Breath! I start the stopwatch BUTTON PRESSED CLOSING… I’m open, as always, but the estate will pass to my child MY FIRST BORN…
Sep15
My Pilgrimage to Agincourt. The day was bright the wind just right to visit Agincourt I faced Harfleur a King poseur became a Queen’s consort we walked in pairs daydreamed affairs my soul intent to court I smiled at her her raconteur she’s my clamant resort I pledged my heart with sophist art her snub…
Sep14
The Death Mask of Cthulhu. Out of my dark dreams, my writhing insanity, A vision of death with sordid depravity. It perverts the perception of all time and space, A herald of doom with cephalapodic face. A leviathan terror rising from the deep Where it lay for lost aeons in nightmarish sleep. Now clawing its…