Can anyone out in the hallway hear me? Skrit-Scratching on the walls, Floor to ceiling pencil poems In […]
Kneeling on the riverbank Where the sand turns to mud Droplets of saltwater Mingle with the fresh. Led […]
To Lord Byron, On the Nature of Immortality You wanted to be a hero, An uncommon want In […]
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.
Breathe in, Breathe out Breathe in, Breathe out Mind clear, think breath Sit straight, breathe Sit straight, breathe […]
A dry bone voice from another era Speaking straight to my soul. Roaming and rambling Following his footsteps […]