Category: Poetry

She Likes Poultry My gal she lieks dat poultry Always readin up on da stuff Books an ledders frum lubbers She jest cant git enuff Shookspare wid his Rumao an Julia And Darndes Inburno She says will do ya Bud her favoright Ov all dat poultry Is wun wridden By her won an onlee Sew…

A Day in the Life of A Urinal Cake Lying here at the bottom Of a porcelain contraption, Contemplating dangling particples And their misdirections. Wondering of worms With their python ambitions. Sounds of spanking monkeys And the choking of chickens. Cocked guns aimed With one eye in my direction. Spelling of names Without the quotations.…

Daedulus Ponders I. Desperation Daedulus ponders. His enigma stares Blatantly back Into the face of oblivion. Icarus plays, Blissfully, In the corner; Oblivious of the future. II. Contemplation Daedulus ponders The peregrine that fluctuates On currents that cradle The framework of bones and feathers. Icarus gazes, Apathetically, Through the window Of imprisonment. III. Fabrication Daedulus…

Defensive Positions The cannons bellowed With mouths spewing oblonged obscenities. Hurling bullets of blasphemies To strike down the offensive enemy. Smoke (whisps of words) plumed Across the sky of this hearthly invasion Dropping acidic toxins conceived for devastation, Caught up only in self-preservation. Hearts bleeding out, emotions unbridled Catering to weapons of destruction. Words meant…

Blood of the Scarecrow She tills the fields of regret As a whisper of a woman scorned. Thoughts grown she’d rather forget Of love’s ambition never born. No reciprocation of her toil. The man would not give willingly. Blood stains saturated the soil As his heart was taken literally. Carving pumpkins into his chest To…

An Angel Crawls Lightning shatters serenity, once upon a tranquil moment, As the vanity of pride capitulates its proponent. Chastised and cast down by a boastful denouncement. Now feathers, charred, scrape across this turbulent sand. The desert inferno burning both knees and hands. Burdened now by gravity, it finds itself unable to stand. It cries…

Here I stand again, dressed in black again, on the World’s Stage again, I’m begging for your mind again, and hissing blasphemous obscenities at life. contemplating, ruminating, dissipating, anticipating and expecting Nothing. This … my home This … my church This … my sanctum sanctorum of Hate and loathing and dispute and Dark contravention with…

A Muse Me Thus, in the end, It comes down to this word. A word in a world that would wound, Wound and bound about a token form and taken from That which is a whisper Screaming silently Though softly, thought tough In its interpretation. It is this interrelation Within which We wallow In the…

Memories Chained (Within the Darkness A Legion Waits) 　 Enraptured by self-pity and prozac, Life’s poetry and prose became subjugated. Compassion soured with corruption, As indulgence was championed – advocated. We became mired Between and beneath The past and the future. The distance ‘tween the two Burdened our perception Of the here and now. We…

You know, If you were here, You’d probably tell me Exactly, what to do. If you were here, I’d listen, Then I’d do Exactly What you told me to do. But you’re not. And you didn’t. Have you ever watched a sunrise, Unable to see the sun? Both the road and the grass Become mysterious…