When the shark of Wall Street scratches for sparrow blood you know that you are living in a freaky Stepford world, with requisite manikin wives and all those lily-white pearls. The treatment of mother earth like a childhood piggy bank leaves nothing but hermit crab shells in humanity’s wake. The word magic that he usesContinue reading “Red red cardinal”
Monthly Archives: January 2018
neutron bomb
i’d go there if i could leave this bleeding behind i’d hide away darken my body from sunlight but since i am not a house grief would have me burn to cinders 11/12/1981
wide open
wide open this skeletal frame indecently bare no smog just rain no sheets you see this migraine naked skin skull- temples throbbing 10/20/80
Don’t talk when not spoken to
A rocket is lifted off the ground, gazing faces astounded at the booming sound which roars and roars and roars. Pounding, pounding from the start the beat comes through as part of that deadbeat cart rolling on and on and on. You should do this – you should do that do not wander near aContinue reading “Don’t talk when not spoken to”
Nostalgia
The words that my parents never used from the house of white they come – I hear them on the news. A behavior so childish they would never approve, yet the highest in the land they sink – decency forsooth. Alas I miss those days when civility was rule, that kingdom of my parent’s houseContinue reading “Nostalgia”
they tell me
they tell me my mother has a lovely smile when words turn to mush and the past departs when schoolyard bullies tweet nuclear taunts my broken soul remembers just how lovely it is – my mother’s smile 1/4/2018
Anne's mediocre poetry 