Confusion Funeral Poems

A hero to a little boy,
Smartest man in the world, so full of joy.
Big HOUSE! Big beard. Big Family! Big belly!!
“I love you son.” “I...

Read More

Ultra
Loony
Emmision
Zone

Zone
Emptying
Ludiicrous
Un-scene!

Dinlow sad-ique
Sad saging is going
Down' assulting
London all around

Outer and inner work
As one, he certainly
Don't want the city
Number One.! IHe's in
The tub with gorge no
Doubt' its...

Read More

Graveyard

I arose, my eyes open, though it was not what I chose
Eyelids rotten, which did not close
Forced to behold, a fate unforetold, 
merely whispered by...

Read More

Remembering him is like a soft smile,
Wistful, wishful, silencing darkness
Erasing the sound of the color black,
Delicious, the essence always giving
Light, joy, wonder – soul soothing
Inspirations,...

Read More

(after the novel)

I don’t care about fashion
I just try to keep warm
I’ve heard all about passion
Sounds like a great big storm
I stay out of the...

Read More

Unless we are one
We rise against each other
The victor is none
War sounds the human alarm
As we lie hopeless together
We die in our own arms....

Read More

We don't approve, you know. Approve of what?
The folk who go to London, or who don't
The folk who get the flowers out, or not
The folk...

Read More

Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

Read More

the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

Read More

Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

Read More

Time will tell
                      ...

Read More

Broken is the mechanical clock 
Broken is the bloody heart 
Broken is the memories of youth 
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and...

Read More

Dark clouds rise high, gathering overhead 
a throng of gods sit in their silent, 
mysteries.

A black funeral pyre…

Darkly shedding tears, 
rainfalls cold, drifts down alone...

Read More

I have collected strange things… 
In this obscure life…

I have placed them in 
Little Black Onyx Boxes old and ornate covered 
inlaid with exotic stones,...

Read More

Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds
Watching things spin
Listening to graveyard voices
Of owls and bats…

On tombstones, I sit!
I see things that should not be.
Things that...

Read More