How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?
Tag Archives: verse
The Bluebird and the Apocalypse
There is an apocalypse in my chest,
and there is a bluebird beating its wings.
O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul
Not in leaflets or amid the marching
of nuclear niore to be found,
Endless Weight
I have gone out into the snow,
braving the winter’s fiery cold,
and searched for rabbit high and low
when frosty mitts refused to hold.
Dance in the Fire – A Villanelle
Do not let your spirit be leveled flat,
your laughter should rise with the coming sun,
laugh, cry, and dance in the embers of life.
To The Scientific Minded
We adapt and flex as rubber,
because, for us searchers, wonder
finds answers that aren’t writ in stone,
To Be Human
To destroy is to be human,
we’d sell the sun to buy a candle;
Telescope Eyes
Often I think that people are distant
and only look close when viewed from a far;
Each star its own among the crowded streets
and lonely bars; each a beacon that peers
The Swoosh
The Reaper’s cloak swooshes across the road.
A feeling of doom sweeps over my bones,
I hear the sound of sharpening up in my throat,
Backlash of Tongues – Poem
The re-inspection
of words, that were his, or his,
is often entombed
in the backlash