from the perches of your amorous perfection
the irony of your smile
daggers my wounds
i dream of crying
i can cry tearlessly all the sadness
from the rump of that bitch of the Mediterranean
as she crashes down on my cowed corpse
as the beggar sings
i never buried nobody
never stole no cents
all this judging cuts holes in my flesh
the embrace of darkness' cinders scolds my hollow eyes
flames burn lonesome in the ruins of useless embers
my enemies do not sleep and they hunt in packs
they have large stupid jaws with ugly words hanging from their tongues
my back is an open target
for their venomous darts
evolution had its way
it beat singularity and creativity to death
and now i roam
and now i roam
and now i beg a god could come
from this battered earth
and leave me solace
in the form a lonely poem
Witness to a Storm (after reading Yeats)
the grey stormbuoyant and dark in the sky
my legs crossed upon a bench
dark shiver from the deep
ladybird on my knee
boisterous fly expelled with open book
ladies' silhouettes past my insouciant eye
great is the spectacle beyond
lightning's prongs stabbing the rising waves
digging into mirrored grey spume
anger gnaws at heaps of seaweed
at the beach's diminishing border
the sun dances in my lap
seemingly unaware
of the storm's vagrant antagonism
just so i have been witness to the world
to the howls the rage the despair
bathing visitors hurry to umbrage
still my pen holds sway
i have no eager appetite to negate
long murky lines of horizon's rains
drawing a smoky curtain
over naked nature's pains
rather turn the pen over
spill this ink
clasp the concave moment
as light assembles into dark
clouds into torrent
my legs crossed upon a bench
dark shiver from the deep
ladybird on my knee
boisterous fly expelled with open book
ladies' silhouettes past my insouciant eye
great is the spectacle beyond
lightning's prongs stabbing the rising waves
digging into mirrored grey spume
anger gnaws at heaps of seaweed
at the beach's diminishing border
the sun dances in my lap
seemingly unaware
of the storm's vagrant antagonism
just so i have been witness to the world
to the howls the rage the despair
bathing visitors hurry to umbrage
still my pen holds sway
i have no eager appetite to negate
long murky lines of horizon's rains
drawing a smoky curtain
over naked nature's pains
rather turn the pen over
spill this ink
clasp the concave moment
as light assembles into dark
clouds into torrent
Solitude 1
one day i shall writewithout hiding my words
from the smiles of day
i shall clothe myself
in dry stones
lizards shall cavort within my vagrant walls
my infinite limbs shall stretch
from the ends of the earth
to the blue horizon
i shall finally accumulate thoughts in emptiness
as the black snake stores heat from the southern sun
i shall laugh as i sing
a meandering passage toward the light
from the smiles of day
i shall clothe myself
in dry stones
lizards shall cavort within my vagrant walls
my infinite limbs shall stretch
from the ends of the earth
to the blue horizon
i shall finally accumulate thoughts in emptiness
as the black snake stores heat from the southern sun
i shall laugh as i sing
a meandering passage toward the light
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