Best Wring Out Poems

I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big **** and riches, 
bein able to scratch at what itches, 
without scratchin the bum out your britches.
 
If they think...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...

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I think I'll open a tragedy club
where people can come to weep
I'll tell the saddest stories around
admission will be cheap

I'll call the venue Tragic Relief
where heartache is the norm
and "open mike night" amateurs
can mournfully perform

To be a standup tragedian
has been a lifelong dream
No longer caring...

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HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince?
Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet.
My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - - -
Your heart to trust…our hearts concede to beat.

One day does not a week make, dear.  Let’s tell!
A Friday makes...

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Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill...

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The monks gave me a bag of Thai oranges
Before I left for the States.

Next time I come, I’ll have learned more Lao,
I promise.

      They promise there will be more to show the next time.

Sitting outside the Khop Jai Deu restaurant
Waiting...

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My eyes will be held open
devouring all beauty imparts,
catching what I can each moment,
every glimmer of God’s art;
I will seize creation’s glory
in every vista in my sight
unveiling life in daylight,
letting go the fearful night.
Today is only seconds long
as apportioned by the clock;
I will relish every...

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Go tell it on the mountain
That – twenty eleven is for Robin! 
Once I was on the road to perdition
And my mind was wrought
But then saw I the light
Shinning so bright
And all was right.
Now that I have got myself a gun
I will shoot my way...

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If I walk alone through a thousand days, 
each hour I shall try to make peace 
with my past, with my battles, my loss and grief -
my soul shall still hope, though my smile’s stay is brief.

Today, oh today, I’ll overcome dread,
unwrapping myself from guilt’s...

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,
But Whiskey makes you frisky.
Clerihews and epigrams are fine but
Do not tell these to one lost in love
Except when you mean to cheer up one
Fevered with temporary  amourous setbacks.
Gift them the gift prized by one and all
Humour - evoking...

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My eyelid clings to a nebulous newspaper.
The breakfast table, like a silent stranger.

in black and white ink
on which page i’ll never know
the drowning ink speaks

I’m a cashier, my first real job, and
a high school student. I immerse myself
into the day, yawning with wake-up tears.

Monica bears...

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I see me, 
seeing me..
In the surface of a reflection...
I see the past, the present
And a future not yet mentioned.
Who am I on the opposite side
Of that reflection?
This man that lives and breathes
With all these scars
I seem to have collected...
I guess I could say
I’m not...

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She’ll trumpet a mid-summer’s lilac revolution
To smash and grab and take your affection
A twinkled-eyed assault of sweet-toothed pleasure
On half-composed clarity’s measure
She’ll launch a pillow-cannoned war
On every certainty of beauty you had before

She throws light around like a star in the sky
Even her sleepy exhaust is...

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Go through chores as, like a machine
the sunrise, sundown, the rains, and snow
the countryside pass by a train window
but can't drink the green valley to the lees
along the mountain slope the mist rises
swept clean by a light stream from among clouds
sea waves thrash the shore...

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I wait for 5 am in the flickering dusk,
Before the daylight is even relieved.

The last time I slept with someone beside,
I lay waiting for her to leave.

For me, things are no longer as they seem;
The minute I made it, I abandoned the dream.
 
I reach
For...

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