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”
Category Archives: Despair
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
dreams
i dreamt last night in a cloud of mildew bed sheets wrapped warm as baked apples with cinnamon seeping and sticking like glue to my skin i dreamt last night in a seine of inspirations stretching towards heavenly ascent i dreamt words not answers just sheets of papers streaming from my ears i woke thisContinue reading “dreams”
Bellicose United
This is how democracy dies. Take a Saturday night massacre and make it common like daylily yellow in June – other colors subdued. This is how the outraged cry – ‘I will not be that one.’ The tank at Tiananmen Square is an image that remains though the spirit is crushed human beings undone. ThisContinue reading “Bellicose United”
white
this visitor raps on my door dressed in a doctor’s prescription i engulf him or does he engulf me? 1-20-80
razor blade
you slick and brassy cheat father time of further transgressions to be judged by 1980s
Knife
Cool steel you are, sheen bridled in a glassy tone. You, magnet of my dreams, draw me, enclose me, wrap me in your strength. I am the beginning, you are the end, shall we meet? 1980s
hatchet
glider pane and sleek sparkle a mirror smile to approach this wobble turkey’s neck of mine sharp exact timed right aaah at last i breathe 2/13/1980
Car
They glare at me. They glare at me in blindness- silver stars surging forth into light years. They are insane to believe that my hands will not wind the wheel towards them. 1980s revised 11/2016
Anne's mediocre poetry 