Let’s get into our own
Forgetting all known,
Think about what you are,
For that you are not far,
What is the motive,
That remains unnotice,
But I don’t need to care,
It’s really going fair,
I feel to leave everything,
And think about something,
That’s my thing,
I would love such anything,
It’s not intresting,
To follow uninteresting,
Follow your mind,
A way gets find.
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To new addictions
it seems now
I must add narcissism.
Admiring work
on a coffee house wall
pencil portraits
looking not like
victims or…
“I’m good and cheap”
says the artist
too thin but her smile
is pretty when
I say OK.
Adding a few years
she tells me
she’s 22.
I pose not at all
as her lines converge.
Dark graphite
finding light
on paper
in her steady hand.
We talk about or I do
of the novelty of nothing
“uh-huh,” she says.
Till it becomes a habit
a drug of choice.
“Uh-huh.
What do you do?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I tell her.
“You hungry?”
“Starving! Pizza works. Will
you feed a starving artist?”
she jokes.
“Make me better looking
and I will” and she does.
Later, she eats five
of the eight slices
of a medium pie.
Kissing me twice for tipping
her twenty besides
her fee
and the pizza.
I look at the drawing all day.
Ah, to love
one’s self…
later, I put it
in a frame in
the closet…
You can only love yourself so much.
Belting it out from the byway.
I was fresh from the highway.
I was winding down
from a great sound.
Music was all around.
I was so glad I came to town.
The lady sings the blues.
People were tapping suede shoes-
to an incredible beat.
Love yourself
Love yourself deeply
Give sincerely heart and soul
The fruits will be sweet
Keep writing.
When morning carries
songs of birds on sunshine,
keep writing.
As night wraps darkness
around your tired body,
keep writing.
If you’ve bled on paper
only to receive rejection,
keep writing.
Friends may politely scan
over your words unsmiling,
keep writing.
Even if you write to clear
your head, mindfulness,
meditation, for your peace
of mind and your sanity,
keep writing.
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I am the promise that cannot be broken.
I am the love that cannot be severed.
I am the dream that will not be realised.
I am the desire that will burn forever.
the man in the hills
an atavisitic misterer
stacked between lochs
and laburnum’s whisper
a chain-gang mourner
to the entoscopic dead
the man in the hills
mason to the head
shaping no store
for the weeping women
nor breaking no light
for sidereal sun
thamesward as mortar
graveward underwater
the man in the hills
mason to a drum
death comes quickly
cold as cobra searing
demonic as a sentry
hypnos rules the womb
the man in the hills
mason to the century
the cruel furled dreamer
young and old as ills.
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The sun erupted
Light rose like erosion
To wash away
The night’s collection
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Poems
1.
I sit alone in a room
Wondering if it’s me or
Whether there’s something more
Going on.
Is he thinking about me?
Am I going crazy?
Is my heart coming to conclusions premature?
2.
I summon the courage
To text him and tell him how I feel.
It goes much better than expected,
He actually likes me,
Apparently as much as I like him.
I feel boundless joy about
What’s to come.
Poems
Dreaming to be played
Digital vinyl music sleeps;
All life clasped within.