held together,
so comic in tragedy
as to be called "ironic",
by baling wire,
and a cramping foot
bringing tears:
oh someone please
assuage my fear,
pluck softly that lyre.
#poetry
What is rended by the carelessness of an ferocious sun is stitched back together by the canticle of birds and their winging into the new born light.#poem#poetry
Most Of Us Are Sad
Long Road Out Of Eden
I Can't Tell You Why
It's Your World Now
In The City
The Sad Cafe
Those Shoes
Take It Easy
No More Walks In The Wood
#Desperado
Victim Of Love
Heartache Tonight
Get Over It
Do Something
One Of These Nights
You Are Not Alone
#vss365
putting together verses for a book, just kind of scratch-padding about. tried an irregular ABCA form then to speed it up this tight ABAB bit:
"The glass eye,
the glass screen,
the public mind,
the glorious dream."
#micropoetry#amwriting
What foolish youngster wanted
to live at #seventeen?
If you wanted to live
then you're crazy, man.
Embrace the void
and question the world!
Believe nothing that the
adults try to tell you!
#vss365
Euphoria of oblivion,
kissed in the darkness.
sparking, hearkening,
by the ambient hiss
of nothing sounds,
and enthralled by
the nothing sights
of the void.
#BraveWrite
Opiate of lies and a pretty wife; how I wish I could just live in my car and eat my meals from paper bags. That would be euphoria, instead of my current euphoria of induced sleep, passing-out in exhaustion from a long day at the salt mine.
#bravewrite
science makes a better tether,
a man a leg up in tepid weather,
cousin marie bashing her head against a stone
all the while I hide out in my home
of what was lost or gained
I am left only with pains
Tethered by nooses the witches pirouette among oaken boughs like Spanish moss. Below children lick rock candy and point to the blackened soles of their bare feet.#micro-poem#micropoem
#wring the ring around my soul
smolder around the rim of the hole
Cousin Marie loves me no more
I shed the spirit physic
As if I were a bird
then I could bonelessly soar
above the treetops
and beyond the sounds of words
#vss365
Absurdists lean
on the proprietor's glean
these and other things,
has this one seen,
a bird in the hand,
worth two in the bush,
the pervert man
assault on the truth,
from my buttocks,
a quiet word,
such a dismal countenance,
as so rarely is heard.
#micropoetry#cbsthismorning
desultory cleat
perched over
the peat
things such as these
we are bound to see
and also, me,
if the world
doesn't go
"tits-up"
existentially.
#micropoetry
a cleansing breath
before a dirty word
a piggish snorting of air
both of what is heard
how, in the round,
-and we are to know how-
impeachment trickles from the house,
from there, "things" come out,
a priggish snorting,
epithets exhorting.
#micropoetry
mosh-mallow moon
leering
wolf's teeth
a chill rolling up the spine
shag underneath
inkprinted woodgrain behind
of all the things to see-
pretty flowers and noble trees,
I had something new
trapsing before my eyes
as I sat silent
trying to hold onto my mind.
#micropoetry