anxious smoker flicking the butt of your cigarette. wasting the pack of Luck Strikes you promised yourself you would cherish.
Category: Marathon Poem
Sky
Moving too fast Tripping off the high Hoping it can last Everlasting lullaby Hoping it can last The feeling of riding the sky Take me away And let me soar Happiness Sad nevermore ~.%
The Business of Dirt and Dust
Welcome, welcome, step right up! Let us show you treasures to ease your mind and comfort your soul. Just bring your wallet, or bring your gold We have all that your loved one would ever need or desire; for that journey into the great unknown….
Malvern: Home
The Malvern Hills rise suddenly out of the stretching plains of the three counties, Thirty miles long and humped like a prehistoric beast. They hold my eyes transfixed and bring imaginings to my mind: One fancies the panoramic view from the back of a fire-breather,…
Commute
Took thirty minutes to get to where my job is. This will have to do
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she is the effulgence in the gathering gloom of loaming, the scintilla of shooting stars in the crepuscular and chthonic; she is beauty, shimmering sylph of a supernal arcadia….. …..she is the dark, seductive night.
at the water’s edge
i have always been happiest at the water’s edge- whenever i am overlooking a turquoise ocean i come to life and feel open to the universe like i feel in no other place. i inhale and let the warm winds blow through my nostrils and…
Fall
It was the honesty in his voice, falling in love became of ease…. I had no choice.
“Six Steps”
The weary traveler hesitates, Standing at a precipice of decision. Lost and separated from his companions, He has come far. But the quickening thunder in the distance, Hastens a resolution. Sniffing warily, eyes alert to danger, His four legs plod on through the archway.
On Set
They yell action A director of no satisfaction An actor barks That time will take our souls It is in this moment We still own it What kind of man am I The starlet squeals The fire of wheels As the film strip reels And…