I Do. A poem.
I long for a reprieve From life and death Misery and regret All the hooks A chorus of fools Making me sing along As if I had a choice to Oh, wait I do For more Poetry, click here. For … Continue reading I Do. A poem.
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Face to Face. A haiku.
Face to face, again. Faced with reality, we Shrink back in our shells. 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 … Continue reading Face to Face. A haiku.
Purge. A poem.
Purge yourself Of every eloquent dream And existential monument To what was and could be Purge yourself So your bulimic brain Can watch those thoughts Cascade down the drain Purge yourself For all the bad and good It will and … Continue reading Purge. A poem.
Vacant. A poem.
Vacant look, vacant head If only I had dreams instead To fill my airy, vacant head And put this emptiness to bed. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Vacant. A poem.
F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.
You F$&@ed me over And under And in between Just a waste paper memory Consigned to a basket Of inconsequence And suddenly I’m not there And never was I was just your forbidden fruit Turned too ripe and rotten For … Continue reading F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.
Recycle Me. A poem.
I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle … Continue reading Recycle Me. A poem.
Salt Mine. A poem.
My salt mine Is mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt For all its worth For it’s mine and mine alone If I am worth my salt If it’s all mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt Until … Continue reading Salt Mine. A poem.
Slip. A haiku.
Slip the knife in there, Just between my ribs and soul. Makes you feel good, eh? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or … Continue reading Slip. A haiku.
Black Dog Abyss. A poem.
When hope is lost – Flushed, like paradise Down a whirlpool Of hyperbole I embrace the coming Riptide, let it drown me In consequence And swallow me whole. “Back again,” I think, As the undercurrent Draws me down Into my … Continue reading Black Dog Abyss. A poem.
Plummet. A poem.
The descent begins: That troublesome, quarrelsome, Misbegotten feeling. Vertigo in media res. The whirlpool beckoning A less than eager sailor Of depths all too familiar. Down you go again: You wish the plummet Was further out of reach. For more … Continue reading Plummet. A poem.
Pariah’s Game. A poem.
Fire and ice; divergent tangents Burning, steaming; circumventing logic Interconnected; beyond precedents We were one and then we lost The game that made pariahs of us both For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Pariah’s Game. A poem.
Bottle. A poem.
Lost my bottle to a bottle, The convex bottom of Carnival Mirror Reflections Twisting and churning; The beast within the beast, Cracked Scarred Spent And as poignant as an empty Bottle. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my … Continue reading Bottle. A poem.
We Once Gathered Round. A poem.
We once gathered round, Before time and circumstance Dictated less than fond adieus; And bloated sensitivities Blended with simplistic vagaries, Tore down tradition And vented wholesome lies. We once gathered round, Like comrades round the vodka. When fires so honourable … Continue reading We Once Gathered Round. A poem.
Mummy’s Curse. A poem.
Stricken with A mummy’s curse To waste away To slough and spurt As bodies melt Into emptiness Prognosis lost And second best A life lived short And lost again Unfulfilled A sea of pain This mummy’s curse Will take you … Continue reading Mummy’s Curse. A poem.
Amnesty. A haiku.
I give amnesty If you trespass against me It will set you free 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 … Continue reading Amnesty. A haiku.
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