Memory Hyperbole Poems

From the cold, damp earth I rise,
With a heavy heart and tearful eyes,
My mother lies in eternal rest,
But her love still beats within my chest.

With...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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They come into my room every night. 

And make sure I’m asleep. 

But also alive.

I'm no longer convinced that they have my best interests in...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The sacred power climax experience
of holy integrity
is more of a one time
of full-baptismal rebirth
into a depleting orgasmic fertility event
for horny patriarchs
of global monoculturally zealous redemption

Left-hemisphere...

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When I’ve gone
to the place
where my fathers’
have gone before me 
and the last tribute
has been paid to my memory,
may my singing words
crack the silence with...

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ROSES ON THE MOON

Midnight tickles your turned-up toes,
dawn scrapes your knees
but your head is already in daylight
kissing the setting sun and not me.
The scent of...

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I took a meandering jaunt through my mind
I searched every crevice to see what I’d find
Some memories were useful, while others were not
I stumbled on...

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Recycled Wisdom Lost
                      ...

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