Posted on February 26, 2016November 11, 2016 / Poetry Ode to a Stranger Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 25, 2016 / Poetry Aloft Drunk on wine and blue cheese, Cigarettes rain down hill, On these sheets full of sleaze, Sloshing, and I standstill. Skin you of your being, So I may also be free, With your new eyes seeing, Losing the need to flee.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 24, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry The Statue Solid masses of raw dreams, And Midas made me a God, As I fell through gilded pages. And gold cascades down in streams, Applause and the people awed, ‘Twas the swift work of mages. Peasants fix their mangled seams,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016 / Poetry Lost The fairground, finding myself in mirrors, Perplexed and dazed by the lurid colours, Of green and red and blue plastic rivers, Hardly a place of magical wonders. Step and sink into a cavernous tear, As a clocked man, in black, with joy looks on.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016 / Poetry Warrior A warrior, stained to the flesh and core, As the dead float calmly down the river. This soldier with everything to deplore. With only the weapon of words to roar, Tarnished true sword cast down by this giver,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016February 23, 2016 / Poetry What a Feeling to Photograph Please, cipher my handwriting, Never turn a single page, The aura is inviting. Wrap me in your finest sage. My pillow of old letters, Blanket of distinguished prose, My bedclothes of stained betters, My dreams of higher shadows.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Bottled Red blindfold and green sparks, Fast jazz and dancing free, Soft wine and wilted parks, Yet another draftee. Capture me, my muses, Bottle my fates for joy. In ecstasy and abuses, Forbidden whipping boy.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Lucidity The wind changed, and rocks floated to the sky, Lucidity of the waking hours. Blackened with absinthe and old thoughts dry, In ivory shell, bathing in putrid flowers. The joy of stale forgotten memories,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Revolution One dangerous idea and fickle time, With autonomy and leisure for all, From intricately and sound woven rhyme, As the congeries desert the town hall. A man stands with vital rebirth, Wages silent war on a chimera,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
