Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Spirit Level II
Toward a dark wood, pennants
Streaming from our antennas.
Electronic tethers to the solar plexus
Made me feel a little sick sometimes.
We crouched over a black high-heel
To see what it had to say.
Uncle Joe came up and laughed.
Do you expect that shoe to talk to you?
Embarrassed, we said no although
It sure seemed like that shoe had news.
Boy, child, lord, what am I?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Memories of Zimbabwe
Labels: Share My Journey
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Little Boy Blue
the cow’s eatin’ Jello, the sheep are readin’ porn.
The chickens are a cackling, what they’re sayin’s really bad,
and if this is just a dream it’s the worst I ever had. please continue reading...
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The King and I
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
His head is spinning with the theory
Between each gig; all is lost.
A gaping hole of anxious self-pity
A drain where once a reservoir stood
His life is measured in monthly cycles
Of moon and Mr. J.P. Morgan
Where once he toiled to change the oceans
Now he moves to follow the flood
It rains with fury this dark Tuesday morning
He works alone in his cosmic man cave
Francis Francis stays red, hot and brewing
...swarm this story for your spleen, worker bee!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
She’s leaving home, Bye-bye
Sang the Beatles in sixty-five
It never used to make me cry
That June endless rain
Mercilessly soaked the days
And robbed us of summer evenings
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
A Poet's Blogroll
There's nobody there.
They gave up the ghost
and hide in despair,
for once they were...