(with apologies to T.S. Eliot and Alan Ginsberg) Moloch Shantih Shantih Moloch We burn to burn That which we had yearned To erase from our mind, And as the smoke rises To the firmament, And our memories that we cannot… Continue Reading
Magnums and Opuses .I. When can we plant, Father? She says and I do not know But I say, Tomorrow my sweet Tomorrow. For it is always and never Tomorrow. Is it today that we plant, Father? Tomorrow my sweet… Continue Reading
“Were You Present?” Most true answers Answer the wrong question. Sadly “Yes to There” “No to Present” If we truly understood How we fit The world around us With those in that very same Space We inhabit We would want… Continue Reading
I always wonder Do you wonder Like I wonder About you. When I see the ivory In your smile just so, Just how Your lips would taste. As we bow together Whispering the secret song Of just met and well… Continue Reading
AKA: A short trip into my brain. Lucinda Sans Typewriter It’s a font I like. In Fact It’s Pretty Much My Favorite Font, Much Like A LIGER Is Pretty Much Napoleon Dynamite’s Favorite Animal, Bred, Rumour Has It, For its… Continue Reading
You and Me Are Not You and Me Because the You I see Is not the You You see. Even more, The Me I see Is not the You You see, Even though It may appear To be. And when… Continue Reading
The getting is gotten, While your soul goes rotten, Working the words, To travel the worlds, Flowing from your finger tips Flowing from the tip of your tongue. Tips tip the jar And money flows near and far, Not fearing… Continue Reading
Black Out Poems are not unfortunately about what happened after I drank too much last night. It’s a poem where you take a page of a book and find words to make a poem by blacking out the rest. I… Continue Reading
There’s a moment shared between you and another No words spoken But the knowing of each other and the perfection of that moment There’s a moment when the daylight has just Tread Softly Into Your Awareness And you get one… Continue Reading
The soft melancholy With breath Came a flutter, Butter Flying in the center, Without reason or cause. Unsettled, Yes using the tools The fools Teach to find center ,Without knowledge or pause. Fearful, Shedding old for new Wet, Blue, I… Continue Reading