From Hell’s heart I stab Slashing throats, Letting them bleed out like The slaughtered pigs they are. Buck’s […]
Death
When rabbits howl And the hero screams. Your life will soon be over Or so the singer sings. […]
There has never been a time When I did not love you And there never will be a […]
Bones bleached in the sun, Licked clean by maggots and worms Once living, breathing, With dreams, goals and […]
Went down the desert where the vultures feed On human flesh rotting in the sunshine. Pluck eyes, testicles, […]
Ev’ryone alive Was born of their mother’s womb. Spring is in the air. We grow up too fast. […]
How many is too many? How many people must die? How many mothers must bury babies, Never understanding […]
A tiny spark ignites A raging fire; the forest burns. In cold space the Earth turns. Smoke plumes […]
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 