Father and Son
I am going to post some older poems I have been editing… My father worked and read. He drank and …
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A Peculiar Grace
Sometimes my heart is a child stomping his demands at the feet of a distracted nanny. Sometimes my heart is …
Appearances
Is it a wonder when certain thoughts cross our minds, insert themselves into the spaces reserved for other things, …
Narcissism…The “I” in Poem
If I have to write another poem about the “world” just to prove I am not a narcissist I may …
You Say You Want a Revolution…
This tax bill is a white-hot poker sliding up the ass of the underclass, and let’s face it we are …
Painted Sticks and Feathers
The Sioux Chiefs did not want to feed their people grass and dung as the shopkeeper suggested so they declared …
The End
A red sky, degradation is what I see all around me. The morning delivers its warning. The ice sheet clings …
Enemies
Enemies, hatred is what I see all around me. Make enemies, born enemies, enemies for-life, until death. Tribes and tribes …
…After the Mutiny…
Domesticated, tame is what I see all around me. Sheeple grazing in front of TVs while shepherds and wolves dance …
Where the Words Come From…
There isn’t enough inside me anymore. All the words came from a stream of consciousness that lasted for five years. …
Poetry on the run 