Month: September 2015
One Cell
The war rages
in need of more
soldiers. Ages
have past since
I have met myself
on the battlefield Continue reading
Awake
The Music
If I were a violin,
I’d set your neck,
arm and chin. Continue reading
The Yearning
My being
Empty as a bucket
Rings
With something metallic
And impatient
As the skin
Of a drum. Continue reading
Heaven
Materialism
What possesses a man to think nothing of walking regularly into a pub or restaurant and spending his hard earned cash on a few drinks? Drinks that enter the body at one end and exit at the other without quenching any of his thirsts. Continue reading