my body is drawn to corners sometimes spaces blocked by load-bearing walls yet most often to windows at early morning hours when the building opposite is barely illuminated forbidding as a cliff face or a gothic manor a profile of shadow we both watch overseeing those sleeping souls or plotting some permanent mishap slow percolation of mutant leukocytes cells in the heart wall dying of starvation the old saw of a repetitive dream buffet of guilt and anxiety we observe this pageant of unconsciousness for hours of cold skin and suppressed breath until floorboard creak signals an end shifting weight as his attention is drawn away so I creep to my bed until I detect his gravity again and try to make sense of his actions.
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.
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a crazy quilt He sits and stares unaware of a
Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze
The pressure in his head at times was unbearable like a vice clamped around his forehead having it twisted a 1/4 –turn at a time and when he finally thinks it can’t get anymore painful then bad timing comes around