Poems

THE WEAVE OF OUR BECOMING
Only the fine, raw wool of your touch,
No polished silk, no velvet...

When you change your World...

It's not a joking matter...

Many people have decided they don...

about six to many times
I uninstalled zangi and telegram
for the particular
reason (of...

The King For the Day
has texted a decree
that natural spoilage
has been rendered...

The Mockery usually starts it?

The Mastery finishes it?

When you hear someone let them...

After living for sixty-four years, you had to depart.
You were a terrific mother who had a huge...

The Quasi Man
some say I am
in desperate need
of validation
can't get a sniff...

By the light of this last
summer’s moon I was walking
along a woodland brooke,
finding...

LOW FLYING BIRDS

My winged words
are Low flying birds
that have taken wings
...

Your hair is lengthy, tight curved,
Black and mixed blue colored,
Glittering, starred red...

DECEMBER MIST
This cold, soft vapor, shrouding field and town,
Is not the sea's breath, nor...

Ruling a bunch of idiots doesn't make you a King...

Just because the Crown fits...

Just...

You think I'll give up
Because my horse ran up the track
My girl left me, I can't get a job...

this place in seconds as time
As this to ours....
becoming us in meeting
and the...

So when you wake up in the morning
you won’t be horny
you will be hungover
So when...

Time remembers Kings
And often
Forgets the quiet hands that built the Kingdoms wings

...

Swimming with the fish
down a free flowing stream
of electric consciousness

Bouncing...