Long Wring out Poems

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...

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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...

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Worries brought me low
I just wanted to let you know
I heard the feline's purr
I felt her soft, fluffy fur

Heartfelt, pretty kitty
Her love is not itty-bitty
She is absolutely pretty 
She loves me and I love her…
And...

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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 tits and riches, 
bein able to scratch at what itches,...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Globalism dreams itself a hegemon, a giant upon a throne of glass, ephemeral,
And can only live through brief stints, sporadic in time and deed,
Through the harshest force of terror, its heart locked within shadow;
It silently...

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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...

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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...

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From the branches lifts a song of violins and resonances.
Voices from the wind are wailing fair lyrics of flora.
Sparrows whistling so truly amongst the mocking birds.
Though what sonnet is said from down below?
Orchestra of fauna.
Flamingo...

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She caught me trying to fill the empty bed,
With empty people that I never kept.
The compromise that was left unsaid,
The quiet that struck when they left.

She said the hate was in my head.

I put the...

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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...

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In the 50's mom and grand
Had that old Maytag™ drum washer
It would twist and dance
~
Wiggle N turn
Like a baby wobble 
That old washing machine 
~
had a motor almost as big 
as a Volkswagen 
Boy, did...

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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...

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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...

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