Category: poetry
Owl
Outside my hut I saw old man owl Looking at me Seeing me You are you I cried !
Don’t try
The only time I ever Discovered peace Or lost myself or More to the point Found myself was When I gave up trying Though in the finding I wasn’t there That’s the best part Because the you Becomes the We No words can describe That boundless Frontier
Sounds of nothing
Coming and passing Pure wind Birds sing on evening walk For booze and cigarettes Passing and coming Pure wind Leaves no trace Moon ripples on Pond
Spring
They say the mere mention Of a pickled plum Your mouth begins to Water
Comfortably white/ comfortably numb
We comfortably white Barrack for our teams on Those religious Friday nights As footballers crush bodies Into each other There he goes, Rioli , Buddy , Silk, Balletic dancing through myriads Of white befuddled faces Thinking what the hell As we champion their genius , But if they play for the opposite Side they are […]
Junkie angel
After my work at the Mission I’d drop into the bar close by for a drink The name of the place was The John Lennon bar This was no hippy trip it was more grunge and grit The floor was concrete , easy to wash the blood away After the guarenteed fight It was an […]
Walking
I need to put some distance in my legs Have my mind reconstructed from dead to live Take the clothes from my skin and burn the lot Till everything becomes light with light so Walking on air through Pessoa land becomes like floating in space until I hit that big old church And there I […]
Sounds of silence
…..And behold the great gathering of bodhisattvas and Jesus disciples , Shams and his followers , Arjuna and Krishna , Moses on the battlefields of Lafayette Square singing Lean on me with candle vigil as if it were a holy place and by God it was , and someone quoted Dalton Trumbo , Walt Whitman, […]
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