jgtaylor

Continents from home-Swirling Beauties-like me, 5 hours from home7 hours now,9 years sinceis there prime in all these odds?Odd beauties float aroundButterfly wings beating my heartmy soul, where I lovemore deeply than I could hateBirds on wires greetinggrey over cast – waiting the rush out.We’ll pay penance for crimesin past livesor will it work out … Read moreIHOP Dreams

Joe Berry was a bank robber went down in ’69 Got paroled in ’73 after doing a little time. No regrets and he wasn’t sorry except for a daughter he knew about in ohio Said he’d do it again,     everything just the same except for his daughter in Ohio. A war hero with some medals … Read moreJoe Berry

The first man to hold a bird in a cage found himself that bird of rage. I was a horrible child smearing passion across a wild landscape of lovers playing second fiddle to my true love, the Sphinx’s riddle. I wreaked havoc on church bells, I railed against imaginary hells and when my devils got … Read moreCaged Bird

Some people have sometimes been something but I have always been something just not quite the thing I have always wanted to be. so to Hell with Being Any Thing They want me to be today. Not Today.

There was a shine in his eyeswhen Rage was home.Like spring dreams,his cheeks would rouge.I did not want to coweror even dance.My dreams held a kisson his pursed lips.I would eat the stabsof dagger tonguein awe of the delicate flowersperched around his nose,where all I could thinkwas to smell him.I felt the holes in his … Read moreGregory Taylor

I hate your paintings like my grandmother’s sundays in front of laurence welk. You bore         -not into my soul until I’m shaken with Rage at your chance at immortality I want mine I want razor blades across your impressions     in pastel

My thoughts are hampered by my penA wretched human invention;a sad intellectual temptationto jot and rotwith the words now solidon paper as fragileas our soulsto be thrown awaywhen comes the daya death certificate to sign -Will my pen outlast this time?Or will another’s make the markforgetting me with the other pigeons    in the parkto have coffee … Read moreNoah’s Arc