People rush through life. Just glance.
See just a blur from a blink.
No look, no stop, and no think. Continue reading “Dizzy”
What is this thing,
this gust of wind
that has no shape
and has no will; Continue reading “The Gust”
I am a stream
searching for its source,
going the wrong way, of course. Continue reading “The Route”
On the very day it was proven that William Shakespeare’s grave had been disturbed soon after burial, I purchased Oliver, my lovely green parrot. A strange coincidence, for I came to believe that Oliver was the reincarnation of the Bard himself. Continue reading “Shakespeare’s Other Grave”
consumer of nothingness,
finding the world a toy gone stale, Continue reading “Lost Soul”
Once upon a time, a Lamborghini Diablo SV stopped outside Hampton Court Palace. King Henry VIII looked out of a casement and witnessed it himself. The machine raised and lowered its retractable headlamps before speeding off. Continue reading “The Lamborghini”
I knew a maid called Meryl Streep;
her hair was light and brown.
I loved her but she’d pretend Continue reading “Love Story 2”
The circumstances in which I write
are more than I can take tonight,
but still a poem grows from this
and something peaceful is.
I dropped the pebble.
Disturbance slowly ceased.
Fish are chewing gum
As I was listening to music,
out of my window I saw the dustman,
Ludwig van Beethoven, striding up my Continue reading “Beethoven the Dustman”
Anger has no proportions.
It can fill any vacuum
and rot all that contains it. Continue reading “The Face of Anger”
He built a rocket
then he flew into the Sun
– so smart and so brave.
Well, as for poetry
it’s not really… Continue reading “Example”
There is in fading light,
all around this city,
a sunrise of a thousand suns
but not one spark of pity.
The rhythmic laying down
of saddest blackbird bars
at the lighting of the sun Continue reading “Vespers”