Poems

Sweet Surrender [new poem]

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Surrender

Of all the things I’ve done in life
or ever thus will do,
there’s only one which carries
everlasting consequence;
and that’s what I will share this evening
here and now with you. Read the rest of this entry »

Henceforth… [new poem]

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Man on Empty Road

Henceforth…
I am going to spend
whatever time I’ve left on earth
in quiet wonder.
That is all.
No other fool or feral spirit
now can pierce the sky I’ll make
containing not a trace
of iron or brass
or thunder.

No more to man the barricades Read the rest of this entry »

Sonnet for Normals

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Normal

“I’m not normal”, she said. I didn’t care:
For there can no such thing as normal be.
Against such narrow ways we must beware;
allow me to explain (and here’s the key!). Read the rest of this entry »

In this Hostile Garden [new poem]

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Creepy Forest

Sliding reluctantly into this hostile garden
where broken angels hide behind majestic trees
pretending they’re the golden dawn at prayer
(for I had soonly seen there were no calluses
upon their knees — no light extraordinaire), Read the rest of this entry »

Cosmic Mistletoe [poem]

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Cosmic Mistletoe
Starkness is: The boat called tender left me dry an age ago.
From desert isles, I’ve watched its mocking stern dissolve
into the distant yearnly shadows hazed around the fading
foglike vagrancy which now explodes my streaming heart. Read the rest of this entry »

Requiem for Hijacked Words [poem]

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Hijacking Hotspot

Remind me not to use those words which
pop stars, hacks and politicians made into
a parody of what they once had been.
And now this poem’s a requiem for all those
meanings overruled, messing up the gene pool,
courting only ridicule, gag rule, cesspool,
language beauty underjeweled, words to fool,
viral oral bubblegum, (guess I’m only old-school,
won’t succumb, arch-refusenik I’ve become). Read the rest of this entry »

The Freedom Walk [a poem for our time]

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2019-02-15

💥 T H E … F R E E D O M … W A L K 💥

Freedom doesn’t write itself with airspray on a toilet wall;
for only through deep work and trouble
(living as we do in 3-D rubble) can it come at all.
If left to find its own sweet way, inevitably it will
end up lost, alone and subject to decay
(at unrecoverable cost — a price for which so many foolly pay).

Ask any dungeon-dweller and she’ll translate
the scrawled-out ciphertext
from broken hearts to runes Read the rest of this entry »