Self condemnation, standing at the edge of a lake, he whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions. He sways and shifts: standing in the roar of the Mass Mind, fearing the end of the world. […]
Read More The Disease InherentHere I wait for the future to afford me all the dreams and destiny I call forth. Oh lord, hear my pleas I so long to stop being a sick man To breathe into the loss To keep finding myself lost. Now here I am waiting for your special magic, so that I may not […]
Read More The Sweeter Windsput my love into the heat i will not welcome your defeat. scurry to your northern corners give me my soft love unawakened in southern skies your words won’t wound or keep me from this bliss prolonged delayed understated here i am to defeat you. so come, inside judge, give me your commandments, lay down […]
Read More Apocalypse MirageIt was these reckless spinsthat put him in a daze.He could no more feel his eyesthen the reverberationsof his soulpulsating,devastating the rhythms in his chest. Scramble these eggs,scribble these letters.Catapult these fine linesback into his sinuses,making him whole,for the urgency of thisimpulsive moment. Then the drop,a legacy lost.Friends fled,contracts ended,a wife in the distance.Now in […]
Read More A Fevered Chronic PleaThis is my experimentation for a poetry class I’m taking using a real object combined with an abstraction: Crushed beans from the calloused hands of a farmer, Wishing for better wages. Fair trade, or a fair trade, time for sufficient existence. No time for contemplation, no time for thinking, just doing, wishing for aroma of […]
Read More The Coffee of ContemplationNothing pleases, I’m all out; it’s buried, under the tumultuous strain– Strained, like the curds of yesterday, making our children fat, bold and kind. Oh yes, there’s a sigh as she washes the colonel’s matted hair “It’s atrocious, the weather,” he sneers at the grave. Spins Spins Spinsters I am not So go get your […]
Read More SpinI’ve been resisting enlightenment, the bright lights shone on my shadows as shards slicing into my soul. “Just let go,” the Goddess softly urges, “Embrace my design; it will nourish just so.” The sullen wind lashes my reluctant face, bruising my embarrassment, as I hide from my own jubilation. Oh but if I dance, what […]
Read More In The Flagrant JumpAn owl screeches at the seams. The darkened corners of the broken tree house bellow a grumbling, “This, you will regret.” Machinations of a yesterday bird, scratches at the wall. A hero called forth, no longer any song, to ring in the bright North, a melody of wrongs “Go get your ghosts, and make way […]
Read More A Haunting, AbbreviatedAwoken: Self condemnation, Standing at the edge of a lake He whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions He sways and shifts: Standing in the roar Of the Mass Mind Fearing The end of the […]
Read More The Disease InherentThe champion relentsHe furrows his browAnd the champion winsBut his wife is downInThe Basement Of her mindLost and bruised Where’s her coachTo nurse her woundsHe’s out of touch With the majestyOfHerMoods Get back,champion,She’s bound to expand Like a forest on fireHe’s in commandBut cold as a liarOh sprinkling thoseLittle SweetLies Champion,keep guarding that heartAnd you’ll […]
Read More His Corner
Clay The Scribe 