Poetry

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

At Town Hallthe crowd stood idly bylike deer in headlightsheads down grazingtrusting look-outson the perimeter of the docile herdwhile, like turkey vulturesthe interested partiespulled apart what was left of the carcasscalled New London.No one said a wordmuted by their fear andmortally afraid of rockingthe electric boatthe pharmaceutical giantand the development arm –maybe their housewould be … Read moreThings to do in New London