May 2017 – Anne's mediocre poetry

The tired American

I rephrase broken sentences, sentences gluing time – from once we came our sisters’ cry was heard and then benign that tumor born was cast aside. These days incumbent overlord – returns with smile – beguiles. The facade that ceased to trick while infusing bloody venom – it streams downward mighty thinking – Germinal revised.Continue reading “The tired American”

Language and games

‘War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.’ George Orwell Over time these words of ours lose their meaning. Something bad is good while an entitlement isn’t earned. It is avarice that seeps like a leech, bleeding each letter – their corpses are dry. Lifeless and useless they become as a mockingbirdContinue reading “Language and games”

My country lies in the cradle rocking

My country lies in the cradle rocking, knocking at my door you come- with a bat that is ready to swing you bring this inning home. Integrity lies on the willow waiting, baiting at my line to bring a fisher’s hook my eye to catch- watch it bleed and sing. The lonely rendered jack aContinue reading “My country lies in the cradle rocking”

i once wrote yellow

i once wrote yellow a spring of daffodils and roses swam towards me a garden of childhood delights only blue spills out of this pen now winter is closing in on these once red lips i live off charcoal and whale fat i keep my veins sour, unapparent i don’t want them to burst 11/21/1980