

a poem in two partsI In a craft above earth, introduced to her orbit I float, weightless, through peace, thoughts (vibrant ball in my hand) I wonder, I wonder how long this can last. When I return to my family will it be as serene? (carry a piece of it in my pocket) We strive for the illumination of truth But it’s a low powered bulb, dull against The northern lights of ignorance (controversy) How can we change this? (change yourself) Tend to our own selves – we’re all we have II You’ve raped us. Our bodies are in shambles and we walk with a gimp Your thrusts, provoked? No. you twat, bollocka poem in two parts


sea dreamsYou breath deep as I exhale through my pursed lips The smell is so fail safe, drowning the heart beat Of ours, beat as one. We’re as loved as we’ll ever be. Lying stark on the boat of these clean white sheets We vow, we make promises, made good one day Steer this ship, forever I’ll float with yousea dreams
Can you feel that? It’s the wind blowing us Further out to sea. It’s blowing through our hearts.
Where the dusk meets the sea There you’ll be; the star that’ll be guiding me. I’ll sail and I’ll drift till I fall off the cliff Of reality, of being, of the world


The Wart and the Man.Should I tell them that I was at the Regional Orthopedic Clinic of the Greater Tri-County area? Maybe I’ll construct some fantastic story of me saving a smoldering child from some car wreck off of Route 95. No, I’ll spill my guts for my friends and admit that I had a wart on the middle knuckle of my left hand. But there really is a need to explain.The Wart and the Man.
My hands were immersed in soap as I stared blankly out my kitchen window, constant, unconscious motion. My penne Bolognese had won over my neighbors’ hearts (as it tends to do. Some say I’m absolute dynamite with a Bolognese)
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