Long Flourescent Poems

This struggling accomplished path winds,
Spiral like stairs leading us to the point;
Average wingedhipsters today more like
Displaced thugs. With no sense.
At every corner, we're speaking rigorous
Reminders.

That we all eventually yawn.your wombs

America, I'm wore out, worrying about
This...

Read More

A farmer's son was once tending to his mother's hens,
Collecting their eggs to sell,
At his family's road-side market stand when,
He found a purple egg with a rotten smell. 

The boy looked around at all the...

Read More

The first drop,
and each one after,
merge in a cluster of blissful storms 
Flourescent 
dreams lie in wait
for every rising degree of fervour

Scattered
sunshine ceases to blind compelling faith 
Smiles prosper like figs
And the unremitting truth is
rooted...

Read More

It was late, We found her laying on the pavement..bruised..tattered and bleeding profusely
Every word just faded into a mouthfull of blood, Her skin ripped beyond healing power,
Somehow the aura potruding from this poor girl seemed...

Read More

 
              Crowning Glory

            Mr Rose,welcome to this antique plexus,
 ...

Read More

When I was slain in the spurit I was mostly surprised.
Dehydrated and dizzy, clenching the lids on my eyes
Blood refilling the arms recoiled from a flourescent-lit sky
None left supporting my legs after Blackburn had squeezed...

Read More

Those sweaty and uncomfotable days
seem to have lost their intensity,
and glancing far into infinity
can be done with more clarity;
storms are much rarer to stike
and fling their lightinings
to warn us or cause some fright,
when we wish...

Read More

this world is bleak,
everywhere i look is the same
dark and dreary black
and plain boring white

oh how i would miss 
those clear days, that i could ook into the sky
and see for miles and miles
now all...

Read More

My rebirth was amazing...
Vitamin D!, sun blazing.
Nourished my soul, it was needed.....
At birth I was depleted.
My story is his glory and for once I understand.
My life was his plan so who am I to have...

Read More

Cotton Commercials
always reminded me of
my grandmother's house
irony cotton paralleling
Ridgfield Park, New Jersey bitterness.
Boiling in decrepit neighborhoods, 
once swarming with Irish and Italian Catholics.
Now a haven of cracked sidewalks
ten miles outside of Manhattan.

Maybe it was the...

Read More

It's silent
except for the buzzing
of the flourescent lights
in this deserted classroom.
I should be studying
but my thoughts keep drifting
back to our talk.
Is it possible
to make time for ''us''
without taking from ''them''? 
You're so heavy on my...

Read More

Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone....
Fingers moving rapidly to punch out these words...
Eyes focussed on the tiny panel of lighted words...
While outside, a carcophony of sounds from insects...

Here bathed under the flourescent...

Read More

The ringing was so piercing and incessant
from way outside the house I heard its blare.
I ran into my room; my clock flourescent,
that object of offense, sat clanging there.

But when its button “off” I firmly pressed,
I...

Read More