Aftershave

Them shiny brown lace up shoes An old bound book kind of brown Or maybe like the side of a ship bound somewhere-not here Maybe a vest buttoning down a chest With the pride and dignity to stop a fight or calm a storm. My action figure hero standing Behind a guitar and on top…

Academia

Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
Princeton UniversityPhoto by John GreimFrom miraimages.photoshelter.com cracks and desolate point-voids in classically disciplined brickwork would topple these obsolete chimneys except for their tentative bindings of ivy with roots in enlightened sectarian soils now over-climbed grafted to secular vine-stems producing a poor variegated leaf weakened and straining with dint of…

While You Play That Song

Like a thirst You didn’t know you had You drank up deep It got beneath the sad The water spent in A thousand guitar streams had A peace upon a shore You drank up all you had So taking in The taste of all the glad The moment without mad The silence others had For…

It’s cold inside.

Sledgehammer Saturdays– I know better. Ice chips Those friendships They melt into kitchen cracks on the floor What if you knew what I was made of? Loose seams broken dreams Laughing into tears that hysteria stings. And the wicked wings of time Keep flying over me crawling in a dessert Hoping cupped hands will offer affection…