Tag: POETRY
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I Saw Them Dancing
The service of bread made a bastard of me Both the yeast and the wine taught me to be free The squalor and sage take their place in the street With dirt on his hands and mud on her feet Old Mayford sat perched on a barrel of wine The priests of Brabant will claim it’s a sign That the end will […]
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Beguile
Light through the spire where the son remains Begotten to throne in an old western tone where the spark began You said it was time for the ashes of mine to ignite again In a hidden new low you set a staggering blow to a broken man Every thought left for you to consider left tragedy […]
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Second of May
In a city where I walk where I once knew the walls, I knew them by name On the corner we spoke of a lingering hope we’d be there some day I grew through soil, through the tremor and toil of my fathers name I was a man in the mild and a boy through the bile, […]
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Pt. 2
guilt pt. 2 Feverish and dry you escape from the others Those ridiculous sentiments we knew for a time You follow and plead We fall on fresh knees I thought we had seen it all oh man, i thought we had seen it all Buried for my transgression Made alive by confession oh God, i […]
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Artifacts of the Past
“I’m not sure” In an instant my father was a man, confused like the rest of us My mother was a woman, frail and insecure like the best of us I saw myself in my father A passion for living and a hatred for dinner parties; I never know what to do with my hands […]
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An Unholy Machine
Leaves fall dead onto the cotton cushion, leaves from Spring rain once proud now choked by a scorching sun. As another leaf falls I observe the passing of time. Humanity made repulsive as the orchestra of death and life plays on. Where we once sat to commune she will continue. I am a cancer amidst a beautiful land […]
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American
Coal pressed under hard granite over years becomes the stone that reassures her that she is loved. A proton of light travels across the universe for twenty-nine years narrowly avoiding rocks and planets until it reaches my eye on a night when I was feeling lonely. On a hike I stop to pick up a […]
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Sindio Forgotten
You never made sense to me, honeybee. I never knew you. I met you once and I saw you die. I greeted your death with absolute pleasure. You left your dying words in my skin. Although I lived for such a time in your short life you made me a novice. You left your sting and […]
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On the Nature of Daylight
While it is still cold she washes her face, slapping small drops of water on the floor. Stains from yesterday bristle a crooked mirror, the one she has lived with and sat in the company of. In the darkness she dawns a shirt while listening to the dance of the crooked mirror. It whispers as […]
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