Category: POEMS

Not even the treescan snag in halt thisvicious breezethat bucks stoneangled corner houseand boasts of brokenboughsto disconsole all twisted limb.Best to face the testsquare on and bravewhat

“As all of us know, I’ve ah…been asked on several occasions privately whether I thought the first shot was close or not and, after viewing the film

I’m worried about loss of freedom, are you?And if you’re not, why aren’t you?Just what will you do, when all is said and doneAnd you are left

Last blast of the sixties cultural yenfor faith in a utopic Americabased on impetus of blissthrough dionysian celluloidic fizz.Alas,nothing came of it after this,as human warmth universal

{“Joy and Fate”}St. Krispin’s sturdy hands lift upbow of bark abovetuft of waveand wind embrace impondered slack to sate a bold & woeful fateoftseenshorning mast and plankplunging

the constantsourceand forceand friendand alive withstandthat rise of awesome,belless rending racketof bleeding bough all bent,doubled over like old kidneys or innards while all else speedfloats away proudly

My wife informs me what I writeNot to mention all I speakSounds very much a deep obliqueWhere all being sought by none will seek

Why O why spit in the soothsayer’s eyeThough tis true he sings we promulgate sad songs sung And slung like silence undone from ear to earJust to

Why O why spit in the soothsayer’s eyeThough tis true he sings we promulgate sad songs sung And slung like silence undone from ear to earJust to

Time itself is thieving meaning thru a kind of thrill of repeatlike ferris wheel redundant thrill effaces leaning compass points by forced repeat there’s nothing new in