Frightened, I flee For my life, Dismissing my manservant, Escaping into the wilderness Where our fathers wandered In […]
Author: John W. Leys
For Justine Do you remember When we went camping With Smokey and the Bandit, Johnny and June, And […]
There is nothing to fear About entering the tomb, Nothing will happen That didn’t happen to you In […]
I can still hear The sound of your voice In my mind And in my dreams. I can […]
What is man That you should take notice of him, A son of man That you should be […]
The enchanted mounds, Possessed by the ancient sidhe, Once revered as gods Now forced under hollow hills Still […]
In an empty house Short stools; covered up mirrors Filled with a spirit, A shade that will never […]
Kneeling in the gravel Cracked clay cup Cradled in my hands. Fill it with bitter wine Or sweet […]
Pale bloated Puss filled slugs And spineless jellyfish Senators selling souls, Guns, and national parks To the highest […]
Golden wet oak leaves Mulch in puddles of decay Earthworms turn the soil. 10-12-18
John W. Leys 