Posted in Poetry on Sep 1st, 1993 No Comments »
I think I’ll sit
right here
and ponder
the mysteries of the universe
wetting my feet
in the spot
just before
the sand dries out
hold in your hand
granules
lines older than time itself
too many to number
each grain a story
to tell.
the waves
they run
their endless errand
rushing
to the edge
and pulling back
just before
the sand dries out
gaze through the mist
dreams
love older than time itself
too distant to touch
the [...]
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and the small ones stand tall.
for are we not the antiperson on the
outside
of the alter ego within?
Yes, replies the ugly star in the second galaxy on the right
The recorded voice down the hall grating on me
Hairspray is the tool of Satan.
Only the water falls singing on the tiles
and cyclic annoyance is rhythm
for is not [...]
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Posted in Poetry on Sep 1st, 1993 No Comments »
and again we come to that same old place
pour out our souls,
promising we won’t do it again
yet it remains
a dull ache in that part of us
we cannot soothe
with aspirin or alcohol or ignorance
it repeats, cycles,
running that dirge over and over
in our heads it beats
against our skulls, scrapes
its raw fingertips
across the little black box
we hide [...]
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