Tag: Poetry

Galveston salt still grinds back there no matter how many times I brush it’s the little town the island fever sponsored by pounding sun the neck line of cancer moving in she says it’s what you’re gonna catch so I sneeze one for the sneezer I know which he’ll appreciate back home drinking that flat…… Continue reading Unshake

after the afternoon tea whatwe will be having isno nap for we know wherethese lead off tothere will be no guessing gamesor hands held out willy nilly andwhen you call thename calls kept downkept low for tea remains dantily still in the air the sweet taste the harsh root fowl and medicinalfire flitted up from…… Continue reading Even Empires Expire

cannot sleepthis has carried over into an ongoing thing for me over the past week that I become an owl of night and finally trail off to sleep by sunrise and return back sluggishly around three four or five by which time I’m settling back into my still spot bending knees and concentration to in/out…… Continue reading No Sleep

I am in fact a good man a kind man and a gentle man these are gentle hands the hands of a philosopher and I look up to other philosophers and more importantly not just philosophers but to those whose thoughts bend with the times where time itself does what it does to bend “she’ll…… Continue reading Hands

The car containing the four of us maybe five of us Spun in a holy silence and the rain was everywhere and cars passed by like it was this music video we were in, so the tire that had blown out going down that hill forced us into a circle of life that was to…… Continue reading 1988

evolve forward withthe truths youalreadyunderstand

the merits of big talkers the merits of those who love their voices and cannot wait for more are e     m        p       t         y walk any direction you choose tell what you encounter share it along give us something new should not be:…… Continue reading Any Direction