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”
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A never ebbing sea
He waits upon an empty bench- the man who does not see. He calls in toneless syllables- the man who will not hear. He shudders at the changing youth- the man who cannot learn. He leaves the fair before it begins- the man who will not try. What of these men who live yet die?Continue reading “A never ebbing sea”
Reflections of the optimist
The optimist in me aspires to forgetting my doctor’s name, with the words that I remember repeat on end and are the same from Monday through Saturday, and Sunday comes and goes with no difference in my mind. Year begetting year each day will be the same as the day before. Never-ending repetition will whisperContinue reading “Reflections of the optimist”
Vision
The house without windows sits on a hill surrounded by meadows, flowers near the door. It is surrounded in the shade of summer. Black smog puffs from its nose. Perspiration is released from its gutters. This house lives in solitude. This house has a latch on its door. Someday the wind will blow the latchContinue reading “Vision”
I can I will
I have bathed in you long. I have doused your crystals on the strands of my hair. I have welcomed you, splashing your waves against my thighs. I have lived through you. But now I let the arid sun burn me dry. Your sweet cool bubbles do not belong on my skin anymore. Find anotherContinue reading “I can I will”
bye bye headache
bye bye headache fly away from me bye bye see you no more fly away from me can i make it yes i can me in me says me bye bye headache fly away from me 2/26/80
And between dead and live how I came to live
Not with roses nor asters, no garden for my hair not with rhododendrons, no I won’t be going there to shed my skin. Not to the soul within the laces of confetti. No, I won’t be going there. Not to Brussels , nor Roma, not to dear Paree, not to London England’s pubs, no, theyContinue reading “And between dead and live how I came to live”
Every man a musician
The music of your life is pain. You orchestrate the scars in bloodletting fingertips, urging the lizards out the sides of your hands. The music of my life is words. They come spilling from my ears, a resonant timber of consonants and vowels in a vocal profession. Let the music of my life rain uponContinue reading “Every man a musician”
Frederick Douglass
My typewriter does not recognize you. When I type the letters of your name- beep- not in my vocabulary- beep-no such word beep-no such word But what do machines know? They cannot work without the light, know nothing of dark nights and quiet passages. The power they have comes from volts and plugs andContinue reading “Frederick Douglass”
coming up for air
i’m going on down to the beauty shop for a face – lift redo my body going down i’m going on down to the station passing away these dreams are getting me down don’t call me tuesday i’ll be down already on monday i’m going on down to fashion square for a costume to hideContinue reading “coming up for air”
Anne's mediocre poetry 