a poem is a sermon
Would that this night provide some small respite, sweet sleep instead of wisps of restless dream; but like a spring o’er-wound and pulled too tight, my mind finds no repose. Each small sound seems a thunderclap that echoes in the dark and leaves behind a wake that does not fade, while every thought like striking […]
With what will you refill the well once there is nothing left to seep through the rough stones and hardened clay and they are dry and filmed with dust? And the great thirst that must be slaked else inspiration, too, is parched and turned to brittle bones whose marrow marks their grave with pale, red […]
Following the trip trap tripe of the day With a mentholated cigarette and a soda Letting the ringing in my ears From endless hours in conference calls Die dammit die so slowly as the night settles Raindrops in my ears, the leaky drainpipe sputters Underneath it still the steady hum of streets And the kill […]