These are hard times, my friends.
Sunset
When the new sun set,
we left our hovels
and could only see
the old sun, Continue reading “Sunset”
Western Hills Unfolding
I won’t believe we’re free
until our sandaled-feet feel
the western hills unfolding. Continue reading “Western Hills Unfolding”
Cotton Sheets
Cotton sheets
are funeral shrouds
of fever-soaked hysteria. Continue reading “Cotton Sheets”
A Midnight Angel’s Song
I tried so hard in life,
only to fail each time,
and when the sickness came,
work turned me away,
and the bank threw me
out on the streets. Continue reading “A Midnight Angel’s Song”
A Thousand Tears
I’m sitting here,
at home,
in a big ol’ chair,
all alone,
and I haven’t talked to you
in fifteen years. Continue reading “A Thousand Tears”
The Way of Things
So, it seems
that the bees,
and all of earth’s
fine creatures,
have begged pause
in the way of things. Continue reading “The Way of Things”
Sunlit and Bright
She had eyes
like the Sun,
after an eclipse’s
course had run, Continue reading “Sunlit and Bright”
Like Us
Folks like us live
in the past,
or in the future,
but rarely in
the present. Continue reading “Like Us”
Goodbye, Thomas Mac
Goodbye, Thomas Mac,
I saw you swinging in the back,
where the Spaniards built
the gallows in ’53. Continue reading “Goodbye, Thomas Mac”
Dinner with Mab
My dearest Mab,
you haunting queen
of nightmare things, Continue reading “Dinner with Mab”
Arc Lights
The arc-lights are blurred
by condensation
on glass. Continue reading “Arc Lights”