I said I was working long days, Apparently, that wasn’t your concern. Persistence was one of your ways, This, I would so shortly learn. How many messages? Only a few. Until I agreed to move it to chat… Then you almost immediately knew. Though it was too soon to say that. As for me, I was skeptical, to be frank. You seemed too good to be true. But as we talked, the deeper I sank…...
I will the world to vanish To up and disappear Erase itself from reality Leaving me right here I dismiss it with a wave Then turn my gaze away Back to contemplation No world for me today
Death is an inevitability. You know that, I know that. Even when it is your grandmother. There are there only two things that change, The tears in your eyes and sadness in your heart. Because she happens to be your grandmother. You have seen here her before, She stared death down and dismissed him. But this time you know she will not walk away. She’s had a wonderful life – you reassure yourself,...
presented a block of marble accompanied by this plan: I was to take my chisel and carve myself a man. A subtractive process something I had never done I took up the task thinking it might be fun. I tapped upon the stone I chipped the block away every blow was thoughtful deciding what could stay it took me near a lifetime I finished my man of stone what I saw then startled me...
taking a side road instead, i chanced upon a little head, distressed upon the street. i parked the car for a better look, i could never have mistook, there a bird too weak to tweet. i scooped him up with instant love, the tamest bird one could think of, sat just next to me on the seat. we hurried home and i cleaned his eye, it was wounded and he could not fly,...
i held it in my hands, an idea too far-fetched, i remember staring at it. of course it was beautiful, it was an impossibility, that i held close to my heart. until it vanished, suddenly, without so much as a warning, i truly ought to have cried. instead, i turned away, an irresponsible keeper, of my own ludicrous ideas. i’ve not yet found another, nor clearly recalled, my mislaid vision....
her marbled legs blended well with the faded ink upon her arms the cigarette wobbled all the while she often cackled about her youth but her eyes betrayed her humor for sincere regrets and shattered hope she often slurred too much to talk about abandoned dreams so I would listen to her fairy-tales wondering how much she believed eventually she’d forget I was there become lost in mummbles to herself...
those little lenses flicker, as if they’re in a dream. the heart, it races quicker, caught up in the scheme. you hear him… even snicker, at humor never seen. the common-man points his finger, at black ink upon a page. he escapes his life to linger, on some fantastic stage. immortal is the bringer, who manages to assuage… the discontented, with his fiction.
The noise drips into my ears The smoke rolls into my veins As I sit there gazing into space Lucrative, often unsettling space My glance is momentarily stolen By a rare scream of jubilation And it costs me a dinner, or two So I cannot even smile at that I can only smile as a front A sham. Utterly insincerely. At people I don’t care for Or whose livelyhood I endanger...
As I peer into your eyes Full of dismal, dark, suprise I wonder what road you’ve walked To what odd men you’ve surely talked I contemplate just how you came to be A person so much worse than me Set in stone by some chance combination? Determined by adolescent recreation? Whom to blame for what you are? By what fate you’ve come so far? To cross my path and make me see...