A raccoon and a dog Playing pokerOn a bed of nailsFound after days of finally slowing down and listening “My mind is racing like my creator, smoking lying supine, chitawick on his bed only blue sour ink” – Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker Bolt upright after the dream of Cutting my own throat with a dull knifeStarts…
Category: Poetry
Here is a collection of various poems spanning the last five years. Among these are a few from decades ago
ER
The tumorLooks just like an influencer From the inner tubesOn the riverNot drowned Just drowningIn agingFeeling faintLike a divine spirit That stops the heartLe petit malStaring off into………… the great beyond Aug. 2, 2024
Vivapary
Soundlessly in the middle of the stageStraining and sweatingPushing down with both arms Pushing and pushing the concert finaleCareful not to make a single sound Standing up, spreading armsan indication of completion Stunned silence in return All are waiting for the bomb blast Remembering all the high points of the slippery past On the moldy…
I Return
from howler monkey spaceto the bottom of this lagoonthe yellow tape snakes between the rocks this is not waterbut the tearsof ancient drowned marinerswashed ashorestruggling to collect the tapeMany cats effortlessly floating by”you do not need that air mask”they are wordless in their mewingtheir reassuring purrsAbove the observation is“he will never collect all that yellow…
I am making shadow puppets
Baby pictures I remember from the photographThe texture of the shag carpet Below my chubby armsMy sonBefore the collapse of reasonLeaning his cheek against mineIn a gesture of love and affection BelowThe “Utopia of Power”The history of Stalin’srise to powerAfter Lenin’s deathThe “very important now”Next to a multi tap with usb plugsChinese AI robot dogs…
Light Years Yawn
At the edge of sleepPhotons arrive 11 billion light years traveling from theBiggest of all bangsThe mortal data pushes theSound into all the corners In a playful dance ofMost Rare atmosphere Swooping and divingAs the drummer, timeYawns into theAbyss of infinity June 19, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME
Memorial Day seeing
The mirror has no friendsThe seeing does not stopThe eyelids are fluttering The resonance Scot Gresham-LancasterBrunswick ME May 27th, 2024
When America was Great
Following a golf ball to the head, his subsequent medical leave a 2019 Lake Shasta boat party where he said the Judge called him a “Jew-boy,” pushed him in the lake and made advances on his wife. the Appeal was lostlack of evidence No ruling to reverse the firing Ended upliving in this shabby tentbeneath…
Spectacular
Is that piss dripping off my testicles?My slaveWill lick that upOh no, there are no slavesIn this trailer parkTrump will fix this 4/14/2024 SGL Brunswick, ME
Waking
Eye lids stirbefore that moment of realization Another dawn Another day to dance before the mocking … the relentless maw of deathand the promiseof the way it wasbefore one’s birth into this land where sparks fly from wheelswhere the fires burn and burnthe clocks that never stop ticking until that moment of return united in…