Porcelain Doll-Man

I see myself in a picture, Looking far away, looking removed, And I want to run away from everything They asked me to do, or just sledge- hammer the flawed porcelain doll-man standing on the stage singing words so well he doesn’t realize, like Monkee’s, they are words of the Gucci piggies who need me […]

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Swimming in Pathos

She lays her body down along the sand, interrupting the horizon With her soft waves that break me to pieces, I want to ride them To shore From depths where I drown my body looking for relief From desire From want of stillness in the chaos of screams From greed From ambition where I drown […]

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Favorites Revisited: Her, Poetry

I do not write poems for her, true, she completes the poem. Words cannot replace her presence. Emotions inspired by our love told by the twinkling wealth of night. I do not write poetry for her, true, she lives the poetry of life. Words cannot explain her presence. My warmth the fire she lights the […]

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Favorites Revisited: another old, old story of love

inspired by my dear friends at brave and reckless, the reluctant poet and siren whispers, I am going to bring back my favorites… in no particular order This one was inspired by the beautiful conclusion to the Philip Glass composition, Einstein on the Beach. The song is called knee play 5. after holding hands in […]

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