Get Your Premium Membership


Old man Cowell and boy Ted,
Hardcore and alcohol
unlocked doors in his head.

Midnight’s rage held a speculum,
every one of them became Brooks.
Two escapes and from
a sling, cast or uniform
one beetle shell thinned
apartment and dorm.

Swung and dumped on both coasts,
Dipped a hand in the green river,
and lost count of his ghosts.
Paid part of his debt on a Florida chair.
Rode the Lightning to eternity.
Consumed by what awaited him there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment
Date: 12/29/2015 2:48:00 PM
A terrific piece Rob! I love the language you employ and the images it creates. Powerful stuff! Best wishes, Keith
Login to Reply
Date: 11/11/2015 10:20:00 AM
creative the style of writing.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/11/2015 10:18:00 AM
I see your poems are sentimental and have some sort of deep rooted emotion!
Login to Reply
Date: 10/28/2015 7:20:00 AM
Login to Reply
Date: 8/15/2015 9:34:00 AM
This is really good Rob! Infused with sadness with a tinge of hopefulness.
Login to Reply
Date: 8/11/2015 3:33:00 PM
Hey, Rob, thanks for the visit to my sonnet today. I am always surprised by the poems of mine that you like a lot! Hope you are enjoying your week.
Login to Reply
Date: 8/4/2015 8:21:00 AM
soupmail for ya!!
Login to Reply
Date: 7/29/2015 1:12:00 AM
Rob, I am so glad you told me beforehand who this was about. I am so bad at this kind of thing, I may not have gotten otherwise, but knowing it is Bundy, I could read every line and get the picture! soupmail before I go off here!
Login to Reply
Date: 7/27/2015 11:08:00 PM
Gritty, off the tracks piece, Rob. A 7 and a fave for me, thanks. Regards, Viv
Login to Reply
Date: 7/24/2015 3:04:00 AM
Great story.. Enjoyed much!
Login to Reply
Date: 7/23/2015 4:37:00 PM
the pace and plot of this piece makes it an amazing tale, rob... huggs
Login to Reply
Date: 7/23/2015 11:32:00 AM
Awesome, thought provoking write :), jill
Login to Reply