The old man Who lives across from me Keeps his shades up. I can see how he lives. Alone at night, He sits and watches television On his leather couch. He watches every night Until eleven When the lights go out. In the daytime I see him on my street Making his way to a …
Category Archives: Poetry
Paradoxia
There are times when I really want to hurt you just because you are there and yet I do not love you any less than I always have – Scarlett Faith
Renewal of a Holocaust
Vast fields of whiteness No bones remain No pictures of the dying. Vast fields of nothingness Where the complex architecture of a hundred generations stood. Amazing technologies of human communication Result of iron walls of unwilling cooperation No escaping peasants No hiding from invading solciers. Result of angry leaders Blotting out the sun Renewal of …
Age
Elder is old of skin Child is young of skin elder lives and accepts child denounces himself as being yet all die in skin – Johnny Cooper
I never met a 4 I didn’t like
In winter struggling through the snow a hitchhiker— Passing by warm in a Datsun 280z is me wondering Should I ask my driver to pick him up. I didn’t— but I thought about it a lot. Is this, perhaps, what poets are made of? – Chris Stroffolino
The Last One Chosen
I too was always the last one chosen in Pick-up baseball games and what bugs Me now in retrospect is not that I was a Poor athlete but rather that some Set of social values had me stand there Until I was the last one chosen for some Inconsequential ball game when I could have …
Flying Saucer
Gramps hollered he’d be damned but he was going to ride that new sled down that ski slope and nobody could stop him as he churned up the beginner’s run away from the trees plopped onto the chartreuse saucer and pushed off crouched forward he hung tight in a cross-legged hump slicing a fluorescent stripe …
This is the Think Beat
this is the think beat signifying thought don’t be stupid enough to ask what about was written in godcrete it becomes obvious that nothing is going on bleating beating logarithmic clump your sneaker is untied prismatic circles commonly referred to as grommets seismographic spontaneous combustive chimeras of rocks crunching at the origins of the universe …
The Killing: a reinterpretation
TRUTHS are empty shells words cannot fill. — — — — — — — I stood stock still, watched the killing as one notes motions in a game The speaker spoke angry words that angered him who shot the speaker through his chest. Three times the speaker shuddered as three bullets sped. A touch of …
Observation in Passing
You’re not who I thought you were. Not at all. In fact, you’re not who you think you are either. Not at all. – Scarlett Faith