I’m running on the last bits Of what I have left I came here with all the energy I had And most of it is already gone I’m only running on what the others are giving me They hug me and smile They ask where…
Category: Miscellaneous
tenuous
“the leafbud straggles forth / toward the frigid light of the airshaft / this is faith / the pale extension of a day” – Adrienne Rich i can not speak, the words stay curled, a leafbud waiting for the sun, my voice straggles from…
The Mystery of Marmalade
The best citrus grows on the trees that still grace Marjorie’s old place at Cross Creek. In the evening you can stand on the bridge and hear frogs by the dozen. Daytime, visit the garden and see chickens and mallards among the tomatoes. But to…
The life and Death
He said “I didn’t mean to.” He said “You know I would never hurt you.” He said “But I love you” Everything he said was a lie. From the beginning it had all been a fucking lie. He planned this. From the moment he called…
Poem #14
The sun has set the day is coming to an end My struggle isn’t done with me yet. determined to bring me to my knees I will journey on with every tired muscle and bone towards the finish line… until struggle takes a bow. j.r.m©…
Anathema
Anathema Dear cursed li’l frogs Ye hold the evening in your mouths For heaven’ll smile at your ugliness – The mystery of your beauty unbound, You’ll kiss the dawn of freedom. Don’t fret li’l ones O’er plums and tomatoes For there are things sweeter –…
Hour 7
I cheated, knowingly so This is a new sort of game Posting exactly the number up to the hour Somehow getting all the way to fifteen In ten minutes I know i’m cheating I layed on a bed No, I already wrote about this I…
Untitled #1
That evening closed with the flocks of children tramping through the light drizzle in their yellow raincoats. Their breath escaped with every word in clouds of steam, As they spoke in hushed voices, discussing the secrets of the frogs croaking in the ground growing dark…
Peculating
Its an emotional embarrasment To have pickled children Drying beside jars if tomatoes But you see It has to be done When you have peculated Every damsel in the neighbourhood The old gentleman with the tope On a rainy day He wears his raincoat inside…
Same No More
Same No More Arriving Tuesday, this world is same no more Same no more Science gone underground to serve the don Humans will fly, instead of missiles And meet each other in close embrace Where sound and light will dance With one speed In the…