Monthly Archives: March 2015
“That the Bulwark of the Down and Out’s Mentality is Usurpation”
It takes All kinds To move the world around, . Docey-do we go As the sun envelops Injecting narcissism, . As we hurdle Into conflict, Nothing promised as we Lay out battle’s blueprints On picnic tables under rainstorms, . Perfection itemizing, Convalescing by our feet.
“The Wise Men Know”
That there are no morals At the end of the day, . The money will always sit inside the bank, And the gravestones will always reflect out Matches, Opportunities, Soothsayers of truth and most of all, Things left undone.
“A Sun Volt Driving by”
Here I am disparaging prayer in Congress, When the most complete corporeal trust was exhibited On a parochial school diamond. . I was driving by, A total pagan nobody, An anchor filled with life-lust In the wrong time of the year, . And two coaches In royal blue and grey, Stood a-flank, An . Alpha […]
“It’s Only More Well Lit Now”
It’s only more well lit now Than it ever has been As I care to touch it . So if I ever scurried Up the hill To meet the squirrels Away from the light of everything, . The upward discs, The lucid brakes And all the Different flakes and shapes Grappling . With The sky […]
“In Nature”
It’s the assertion that you have a soul That’s offensive, . So If I deny That any discourse of “soul” truly exists, . I am hoping again That Never will I have to change, . I am hoping for The nettles of familiarity To enwrap me with all the street, I am hoping for one […]
“A View out the Window”
Victory And anger Go childish, . Hand in hand, One by one In galvanizing schism upon The linear logic of CBS news.
“Coitus”
In times of Demolished harmonies, . The coitus of sun and flora Screams for hubris, The sticking of One’s hip Against A window sill Next to a Cheshire cat clock.
“Identity Crisis”
She’s confused, She Can’t quite figure out . How to take over the world, . You can pierce a spellbinding Rhapsody through the room And still only be one person, . So she’s left humming.
“The Coolest Guy You Ever Saw”
When All You wanted was for Everything . To be Right, and For the owner of the golden retriever to crouch behind the Tree as The dog Opened the car.
“Stained Glass”
Of course, she’s classier than me, Seen more, . But I saw her with all of her overclothes on, Sitting in the bar where she worshipped that vagrant smile, That one we all assembled together And which is now passing.