Acidic state of mind like it’s 1967 Damn Trustafarians Boho fashion victims stuck in drum circle repatitions Totally blissed out Peace and love and DMT vape pen hits Masquerading as insight Up all night candyflipping to the rhythm Of a drug-induced spiritual blackout What’s that…
Category: Marathon Poem
Stay Away From The USA
I want to stay away from the USA I know not all of it is fundamental religiosity But I have no burning curiosity to see A land happy in origin of its rejection of me Its symbols are crashing and being torn Down beneath banners…
KINDNESS CORNER
Hour 11 (Marathon Prompt – write about a place, real or fictional, that you have never been. I am using the acrostic poem style) KINDNESS CORNER K Kindness found here day and night I Individuals see no need to fight N Never a…
Your Eyes
aquamarine cool, brilliant orbs of ice wrap me and freeze my heart beat
Some Place
Take me to a place Take me somewhere, far away Someplace where no one comes where I am unseen and I am alone Someplace incredible unimaginable Take me to a place Take me somewhere, on the way Someplace where the sun shines bright where the…
IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE – Hour 11
IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE Next Sunday A.D. Hey dude you found my frequency, I’m so grateful you’re here You sure might not believe me but I’ve had a crazy year I’m trapped up on this satellite with all these crazy bots and…
Tokyo
I’d like to go to Tokyo, Where I could be lost in a crowd I’d like to order food by pointing to pictures And waking up early to try sushi in the fish market. I’d like to go to Tokyo, And have people stare at…
Hour 11 (2020)
Where she lays her head on pillows, on desks, on grandfathers chests in grass that grows tall, on dolls and in shawls to daydream or sleep, to write or to eat I yearn but to tread where she lays her head, so that hers may…
Cast Out
poor burned Angel fallen from the sky your wings have burned feathers singed and still you ascend you’re so naive limping back to the one who hurled you rest a while let me help you can rage and rant but it won’t heal your wings…
Prompt 11 The Wedding Day
Spring brought the news of a fall marriage. A wedding in our backyard. I gave them my blessing I gave my dreams the wallet; At last, my dreams would be realized: A tall white gothic pergola perhaps A scaled-down, Multnomah Falls; With a bridge and…