I blame myself I could blame others but I’m always around I’m the boss I live and I’ll die here when folks say, he was always here so they built the place around him, I’m the one they mean
I’m inside a fortress, a factory, an organic domicile, a whore house of Bukowski-esque proportions, university of the mind slum of the will an amusement park of a coliseum with a sewer down its middle
Having been given a ticket I missed the event I was there at the start but I got distracted allowed myself to get distracted I saw what I thought were prizes spoils for the victors and didn’t want them didn’t want to sell out to Big Poetry become another professor with nothing to profess but my own brand of pabulum toil inside my head for nothing so I toiled for someone else inside my head for coin of the realm and here I am unable to reenter now the second half has begun
I know what I don’t like there’s a certain look and I see it in the mirror so my reflection is a stranger if that makes me a vampire then so be it feeding on myself kidding myself I don’t need your approval that my work is its own reward and I’d write my mind even if there were no forum but we all know an exhibitionist without an audience is just a dirty person in search of a shower
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
It’s those sultry days that sooth my soul, In the searing heat, empty like after birth we would bath, Fear of appearing odd, the taste of the sweet waters, Oblivious of each other’s different destiny, Our foggy minds leading the
As I reminisce un past songs It brings back the memories The times of laughter And youth Hoping to remember more good days The songs replay in my mind As I search for our memories From our time of youth
Sweet blooms dance across the screen Collage credits snipped from a magazine Marching bears play the liberty bell Thy tempestuous stomping foot sends them all to hell Bouncing maids on barnet fair Gods and angles grace the air A Cardinal
To live in the moment, And not to worry about what comes after. To live in the present, And enjoy our time as youths, before it’s over. To not worry about the future, And everything that comes along with it.