They are still there... Archived messages creating a thrilling script with plot twist and a surprise ending. A role I was awarded but never read for. Curiosly I gaze at them with a slight distaste. Should I keep the part, despite the studios theiving hands. I'll have a drink while taking inventory of every misleading … Continue reading Tropical Storm Maybewe
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Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes
I don't know where you blew in from Could have been from the West, Asia Or dropped in from the stratosphere but What I do know, is that you evaporate fires Each time you rise over my warm brown soil Cool winds discharge copious amounts of rain Drowning bears, roses, cactuses, dogs and rainbow … Continue reading Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes
23 Degrees Celsius
Sorrow is in my apartment where the lights shine as they have hued many times before but not on this cold night that surrounds me. Thirtysix years I lived with my thoughts but the apple tree is bare today with many leaves gone, knees and arms twisting. Masses of branches praising the sky, begging for rain … Continue reading 23 Degrees Celsius
Epic Falls Short
My words will never be chiseled into stone buildings Or quoted by third graders while a flag waives at them Their scaffolding is frail and the craft would fail inspection They are just digestible snacks on a long bus ride.
After Work
My D train was full and shivering today Elbows fought for space on the pole while Others tried to squeeze in; creating spaces That were not there just three minutes ago This seems to be the winter norm now Transient mixed cattle being transported On powdered rails of smooth hammered steel We are all trying … Continue reading After Work
Reading My Sappy Poems
With slightly less black hair uptop But a modestly higher salary below I sat reading my old linty poems Shaking my bearded head every time I used "nobility, time, darkness, anger shadow, honour, wisdom and mortal" I noticed my emotions ran wild like Feral cats hunting in a mouse shoppe By carving spring loaded … Continue reading Reading My Sappy Poems
The Eclogues 