Monthly Archives: March 2014

With a white carnation in his boutonniere he made the rounds of hell in his tuxedo like doctor visiting patients administering potions instead of healing to fill you with self doubt and regrets before the cock crows thrice and only … Continue reading →

As you can plainly see I’m in the zone and nothing I say nothing can come between you and me and myself and I so it’s three against one in a pig’s eye and always was and will be before … Continue reading →

I’m turning like a carcass dangling in the wind where they’ve managed to hang me by a string but like a prickly thistle I have slipped through to reseed this slope with weeds as soon as they toil to lay … Continue reading →

In which desert does my tale begin and in which one does it end if I were a baby eel in the Sargasso Sea no trouble would I have in finding the source of the river where my parents came … Continue reading →

In an invisible city somewhere I see my former self sitting at an outdoor café in the morning mist rising off the river’s edge where ducks and geese noisily go about there business; everyone else is off to work while … Continue reading →

I’m struggling through the rain to reach a shelter of silence from the wind which gives me no respite from its endless refrain howling mad like a nest of irate hornets I know the sunlight will break through the clouds … Continue reading →

Into the dawn I climbed like up a rope ladder swaying in the wind and once above the hills I flew like a kit straight for the dark side of the moon never looking back and no one dared follow … Continue reading →

In grass tall enough to obscure a herd of elephants I long to hide while waiting for our planets to collide my friend from the other side of the worm hole we never talk about but know is there the … Continue reading →

There is a land somewhere beyond our dreams where worries about self esteem are not found and touching our foreheads to the ground mother earth rejuvenates us; our spirits never grow old and yet they are ancient and hiding in … Continue reading →

Let us rise from the dustbin of life and brush off and find our nobility and dignity before the shipwreck of old age denies our sanity; it will not be how many bank notes you folded into your bra or … Continue reading →