No Muse. A poem.
I have no muse And so my words Flow winsome And aimless Waltzing on To chaotic beats And tiresome chords Waiting for one To lead me back To place my foot Upon the boards To find the fire And burn … Continue reading No Muse. A poem.
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Consequential Rage. A poem.
I tire of being a wanderer, of petty inconsistency and introverted wiles, bickering and bleating in this bleak and vast apogee of mind. I wanted to be confident, full of vanity and fire —an actor on a stage— such eloquence, … Continue reading Consequential Rage. A poem.
Lingered. A poem.
You Lingered Just Long Enough To Make Me Think You Were The One Then You Were Gone And Your Absence Lingered On For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All … Continue reading Lingered. A poem.
Run. A poem.
A fleeting shape upon canvass A chiaroscuro background Running yet standing still Defying all expectations Of pointed rationality I will always run To and from Always Run For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Run. A poem.
Mountain Climber. A poem.
I never found a mountain I couldn’t climb, you see. Motivation was the biggest issue, Dragging at my footsteps like leaden weights, Pulling like some tug of war with Heracles, Straining to be free. When I made it to the … Continue reading Mountain Climber. A poem.
Enfilade. A poem.
The enfilade is over And bodies lie strewn Across the battlefield Like broken bottles Leaking last regrets You have cut me down Your machine gun wit And explosive rejoinders Creating a no man’s land Where I lie fractured. For more … Continue reading Enfilade. A poem.
Disguises. A haiku.
We wear disguises, donning them every day, hiding in plain sight. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here … Continue reading Disguises. A haiku.
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Hi all My first print poetry book, The All or the Nothing, is currently on sale for 20% off for a limited time. It’s normally $10.00 Australian but is now $8.00, which is approximately $5.60 American or 4.30 British pounds … Continue reading Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time
I Live. A poem.
I live Amongst Serrated tongues And plastic … Continue reading I Live. A poem.
The Hole. A poem.
The hole stares back at me, A great, unblinking eye That will not let me be. The hole is black as pitch And filled with pain and lies, Every scar and every stitch. The hole it draws me in, Inescapable … Continue reading The Hole. A poem.
Life, Finally. A poem.
My wanderings, part of me, intrinsically. My wonderings, ostensibly necessary. My heart and head, as one, not separately. My head and heart, all I need, invariably. My turns of phrase never lead me astray. My phrasing, beguiling, when it turns … Continue reading Life, Finally. A poem.
The Search. A poem.
I have yet to find The erstwhile substance, The peace of mind, Free from nomenclature And chilled regrets. The ice upon my lake, Covered in spider filigree And waiting to consume Me with every overly Anxious step. My navigation clears, … Continue reading The Search. A poem.
Leash. A poem.
A vague and secondary feeling Unkempt and untrusting Creeping through my head Like an uninvited stranger And yet so familiar Just as I’m feeling good about myself and my world The black dog bites me A subtle reminder Of his … Continue reading Leash. A poem.
Bad Memories. A poem.
You still haunt An incorrigible spirit Infecting like a wasting disease And reducing us To a mockery of ourselves. Here you sit Having grown Complacent Upon our shoulders A ghostly monkey Upon our backs Rearing your ugly head In constant … Continue reading Bad Memories. A poem.
Trapped. A poem.
Isolated Alone Weary Waiting Life without meaning Contemptible in reproach Self flagellation And inimitable doubt Tired Empty Sad Succinct Selfish and self-absorbed Mired and wallowing The constant reprobate Entwined and enshrined Endless Pitiful Artless Vacuous Circling down the drain Longing … Continue reading Trapped. A poem.
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