screaming at low volumes
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
Battle ship greyI’d like to chip that paint awayfrom my January skyto show the peaceful blueunder which I used to love you.I’d like to love a new –may I nowor shall I wait?I wish to knowmy little heart’s fate.
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
In my countryour people love their country.They fly flags made in other countriesto show how proud they areof my country.
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
Out on the horizon where the sky dances with the earth, I spent last night dreaming of a love that passed through this life with all the chances of an everyday For possibilities infinite. What blessing is it to know the stranger you will love again and again?
Congress Heights is a sight of sadness and doom Yet they all seem to somehow get through. Me in my whiteness and they in their blue; which one of us is really getting through this thicket of options in a toothpaste society where more is just more and less is just fighting (hunger) Can we … Read more– Get More –
And now, in the East Wing Oblivion! ho-fuckin’-ray! Bra-Fuckin’-Oh! bad room in bad hotel porn on in the background she’s going up and down I’m puffin’ with one hand holding the beer with the other when i clap her upon the head – damn – not a thing to do. i make mental note and … Read moreWishing for Oblivian