Frightened, I flee For my life, Dismissing my manservant, Escaping into the wilderness Where our fathers wandered In […]
Bible
You can look in your books, Old and new, Of beginnings and births, Journeys and exiles, Looking for […]
Why so many songs About rainbows in the sky? Are they promises Not to kill us all again, […]
Throne of gold up on high The Ancient of Days sits Appearing like a Son of Adam, White […]
Caught in the sacrificial flames That licked the heavens, Burned but not burnt Your brothers’ and sisters’ blood […]
Kneeling on the riverbank Where the sand turns to mud Droplets of saltwater Mingle with the fresh. Led […]
I. Thoughts
I thought of you today, Allen Ginsberg,
As I often do when the howls from
Desolation Row enrapture my mind.
Rapid fired images stolen from
Dreams and nightmares of America.
Starving in the streets like
Hysterical angel headed hipsters
And raggedy vagabond doctors
Crouched in darkened doorways
Snarling, scratching at the
Constable’s carriage for
A scrap of bread.
John W. Leys 