soon the end will come
and then where will we be
when all of the boasting
and all of the toasting
has reached the end
forevernevermore
and never comes again
forevernevermore
Day: February 9, 2009
recessive depression
poetryaround me,
i watch everything happening
knowing that it affects others,
cerebrally but not experientially,
feeling secure within my monetary safe,
while the world around
begins to burn.
you are a member of society
poetryyou are alive
and you are real
and you have feelings
because you’re real
and all these people
they are real
and they are breathing
because they’re real
you see buildings
they are real
they have windows,
which are real
you’re stealing words
which aren’t real
from real artists,
your ideal
the wind is blowing
it is real
on this planet
which is real
slowly spinning
like a wheel
through a void
a void is real
all these people
they are real
and they are walking
on a wheel.
smoke flowers
poetrymy home of eternal night
lit not by moon or sun or stars
or anything at all of right
but this time there is hope
i can see it like light
glowing two years
maybe three
from now
memphis, day four
poetryThe man with the trumpet
said it best:
“Welcome to Beale Street folks. If you
don’t get it here,
You’re better off
Without it”
the sieve and the sand 