Oily Poems - Poems about Oily

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond......Read the rest...

...Selection day we have no voice, selection day a lump’s in my throat; Selection day two court jesters argue over the final straw; Selection day we are not ready, selection day just the beginnin......Read the rest...

...There is a darkness oily and slick Like a plague in a mind so sick To look at a child and feel allowed anyway To touch break trust enjoy lust and rape There is a sordid kind of soul Who murder......Read the rest...

... It was a harsh, hard going season. “It’s a dying winter, lad,” he said, crunching words around, a gnawed pipe stem. Briefly embers sought a place to disappear. Cinder gray eyes, set deep in......Read the rest...

... you … sweetly spun me like sugar into cotton candy - from a dizzy bobbin to ornament for a spring willow … no lament avowed, for there is a demon in your eyes whose night blade feeds … he......Read the rest...

... Oily sky, weightless portals of slipstream bubbles in a fluid - superhighway of a different means. Effortless, my travel, everywhere at once, like a cat after a string. A sc......Read the rest...

...the old crone’s dome boiled skull scalding, full of trouble and toil oily face, razorburn neck my eyes the type to scan salamander like darting here to there wondering where to next where to......Read the rest...

...Its beak is just above the oily mud. Head resting on the thick sludge. One black eye looks at us. There is no accusation in that gaze, no recriminatory stare, not even a plea for rescue. Only t......Read the rest...

...Steam rises “old faithful” Percolates once again The cup has character Not charm It has earned its place Borne the days Arrival Wept In oily tribute At their passing The brew conta......Read the rest...

... Taking on an odd challenge - committed Ideal forms, fired in keenest kiln Trespass pages torn out, inmate omitted Anguish arms, firm steely shield Tigers eye eclipse rolls out a rosy moon......Read the rest...

...I have soared above the Redwoods in their youth Touched tips of frosted frigid icy peaks Lifted weary aching migratory wings Swept through the oily tint of present day Enraged the sea, drove sh......Read the rest...

...they go into the uttering fire enter - no more talking the rubble is piled high higher than the high houses men in turrets crush they lick their dry lips they listen to the flames ......Read the rest...

...The oily water flows past, Ripples as long as the breeze last. Pups curled at my feet, Had diner and are already asleep! Time for a glass of wine, While I watch the sun fade away. A......Read the rest...