NOISE Motorcycles, leaf blowers, Music blasting at partygoers. TVs blare every damned where. It’s all the equivalent of audio glare. Jackhammers hammer, Airheads yammer while the angry clamor. Sirens scream. How can anyone pray or dream? Yet our civilized noise…
Category: Poetry
REASSEMBLE ME My parts are out of whack, So many pieces that I lack. Because you don’t resemble me Perhaps you can reassemble me. My bones were shot and shattered My limbs lopped off and scattered. It’s uncertain as to…
THE LAST LOVE SONG The white ceiling never looked so black, As I lie here still, flat on my back. A stick in my wrist and a tube in my nose, As the doctor comes in I hear the door…
SHADOW MAN I live in the shadows away from the street, Hiding my face from the people I meet. My spirit is a burned-out coal, A brittle shell that once held my soul. If you see me lurking in the…
HANNIBAL MEETS DUMBO The conquest of Rome was serious work, Especially with the elephants going berserk. His soldiers were sick of the dung and the Alps, And freezing their spears off from sandals to scalp. He told them, “Don’t worry,…





