In the Mire
The egalitarian hiss
Of the sliding doors
Welcome us inside
To close-packed appartments
Littered with humanity
And its dregs
We wend the jagged stairs
To a room where the stars
Are multihued casino lights
Held up from the ground
By grasping steel hands
In concrete gloves
Far below the hum
Of impatient cars
And their drivers
Calls us to sleep
To dream of bright futures
Hidden behind
Trashheaped corners.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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