Nov 25, 2008 | Free Verse, Poetry |
A poet lost his mindstill he persevered in writing poems When his mind returnedhe did not notice it
Nov 23, 2008 | Free Verse, Poetry |
A hue pale and pinkas a tongue lingerson the westernhorizon. How did we learn to speak?
Nov 23, 2008 | Free Verse, Poetry |
specificity of twisted metal,shattered slabs of concrete,what once were floors, nowbecome the weight of deathin a huge savage funeral pyrestill smoking months afterwith the flesh of thousands those two tall slim volumesreaching up to touch the skywere destroyed from the sky,stricken out of powder blue sky,so they collapsed like booksunable to hold worlds, wordswhich fragmented to letters which shattered to shardsso sharp that even thinkingof them cuts, drawing bloodfrom our foreheads, so webleed without understanding,just the same way we breed,birth being death’s beginning thousands died and couldreceive no decent burial,smoked as the heap smoked,sometimes sent its stenchout to sea, sometimes northinto the city, news moreelemental than a...
Nov 19, 2008 | Free Verse, Poetry |
I want a mindof my own I want a heartof my own so I can give myself away for freefor freedom I want a liverof my own to remainuneaten I want to speakagainst freezing shame in tonguesof flame...
Nov 19, 2008 | Free Verse, Poetry |
This elm that was in springboth vase and flowers, is in November, bare,a thing alone of ink and air.
Nov 18, 2008 | Free Verse, Poetry |
I work thousands of miles away from where I am,down the slippery staircase of centuries,flying in the face of the future, revolving backwardsto where the pinhole of mind at once admits and emits light,a photo finish that begins a trance with its own...
