You have beat with me since the first month. Danced, broke, healed, scarred, beared with, carried, and punished me every second, every moment I breathed, you beat on. You’ve raced at a lover’s touch or slowed to a low crooning song, ached when I grieved…
Category: Marathon Poem
Punch/Pause No. 2
Your truth is at the end of your fist I close my eyes and take it on the chin I swallow a tooth and lick the blood My truth is at the end of my swing you take it in the…
hour 21 a view from my childhood
this is the view from the roots of tall grasses or grains grown in rich, black prairie soils feeding the grasshoppers and me for eons i’d feel my back heat up from the sunbaked earth looking up at the sky through the wisps of…
Night Walking Part 1
Night walking when the night is mine When the night is kind Always in the back of my mind Some tiny part of me knows The night could slip away from me But not this night This night is not Flipside This night is honeysuckle…
Night walk
Just love the feeling and silence of the night, When eyes constantly keep on searching for you or your sight… Accompanying silence, that it spreads around, Just thoughts crippling from everywhere, towards are found… The present so much does feels depart, Vacating space for the…
XXI Shakespeare’s Nonet
Will’s Wisdom: Love is blind; Et Tu, Brute? Till death do us part; To be, or not to be; Shuffle off this mortal coil; Soft, what light, in yon window breaks? Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Ode to the Brave Souls
To those who spend their days in warfare To those who spend their night in shadows Where sounds of bullets shield mortals life Where death and pain fire with anguish and fear Ringing like doorbells in the valley of death. To those whose services were…
(Hour 10 of 24) “resolutions”
And so, another year ends, An entire twelve months laid to rest. 365 days of this wastrel’s shame and regret. Of things that could have been, but weren’t, Promises freely made, irresponsibly unkept, No new leaf turned, no lessons learnt, Yet, this Auld Lang Syne…
Poem 15 – A Pondering of the Past
Club 23 West Cordova would host fetish nights Twice a month on a Saturday The dress code was PVC, plastic, pleather, and leather And a few other things I can’t remember now; Fast forward to my arrival, all bunny ears And fluffy tail, lost and…
Omens
Beware the tides of the coming dawn Casting doubts they do forewarn Of prophecies not yet born That stalk this mortal land Cast forth unto the raging night Lunar mists to burn too bright Across the sea as they take flight illusions still unknown to…