Here I lieAcross the miles from your ordered lifeFormally informal thoughtsAnd elegant surpriseBeauteous and wiseFettered ofttimesBy perspective and abstractionBut sharp, never dulledA knife keen and trueAnd like youI find myself longingTo be held and revealedIn such a forgiving lightWhose longing … Continue reading Beacon. A poem.
Post-overwrought ballet,Pervasive humidity and aCreased mountain rangeReveal a satisfied canvass:Spent libertines draped‘Cross plural landscapes.Confident and confidential,An oblique sculptureOf hearts and mindsAnd loneliness forfeitedIn dual vindication. For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Vindication. A poem.
Here we areTwo souls enshroudedCaught between dunesOf desert seasTwin oases in bloomBeckoning between miragesAnd unsubtle foraysInto dated wildernessTo join as one And cast aside doubtsIn nascent firesOf pleasure and pain For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Bond. A poem.
You and IAre brakeless carsFeted to crash and burnOn this roundaboutAnd laughAt the inevitability Of it all For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Brakeless Cars. A poem.
And all at once,That special someoneWill keep youHanging on their every wordAs if they were the last branch On the last treeOn the very last island In the very last seaAnd your hopes and dreamsWill be fathomlessThen you’ll f$&@ it … Continue reading Fathomless. A poem.
I cheer you on into the abyssFrom whence we come and goAlways waiting for our turn To be shot down in mid-flightTarget practice for the aimlessAnd the weary, worn out soulsWho capitulate to inevitabilityAnd take their placeOn the merry-go-round Circling … Continue reading Dating Abyss. A poem.
You were standing there And I was standing here Surrounded by the things We longed for and adored And neither of us knew (But of course we did) In our ignorance and arrogance We turned and passed away Flipped destiny … Continue reading Book Store Brevity. A poem.
Drawn 2 your flame 2 ashes reduced 2 rise again 2 return & burn Drawn 2 this fate For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The … Continue reading Drawn 2. A poem.
I can see your place When I turn the corner. I’m shifting gears, Downshifting and slowing, Braking and breaking To the sound of singing tyre tread And siren goodbyes. Such a short time, But what a time. And how we … Continue reading Why? A poem.
You were there You were gone We had sung Our last swan song Now a whisper Just a pall Just an echo Heard in the halls I did wrong So did you Two separate paths Two lonely fools For more … Continue reading Bittersweet. A poem.
Why do you continually vex me so? And how much further Must we go? You want my ear And the rest of me Yet all I ask Is some interest In the things I do And say and need And … Continue reading Vexed. A poem.
These tears are not for you Not for the moments shared and lost Not for the conversation, trust Not for the heat and aftermath Not for a future that’s now dashed Not for the glass I raise to you Not … Continue reading These Tears. A poem.
How can you be? In a universe of complex biorhythmic uncertainty, Where chaotic tides dance And random polarities flicker Like afterthoughts, Where silken geometries Defy natural orders And ebb and flow and dance To fundamental and existential microcosmic transmissions You … Continue reading Together. A poem.
The wait outside With city lights and vacant looks Of passers by and wannabes Perhaps the tune we’ll sing tonight Will change the course of mediocrity And reverse this season of discord With discourse so ebullient That fire and ice could not compare And could not even try For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy. Continue reading The Wait Outside. A poem.
It builds, it shudders Creeping its way up From gut and soul Slicing through proximities Of weariness and ennui Now Surging up so easily No Marathon or Thermopylae Stretching wings of fearsome resolve And filling our worlds With promiscuous promise. … Continue reading Laugh. A poem.
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