What good is a broken man?

What an era to be alive. Yet how can one call living with no dignity living? Crawling on knees to get to a safe place to release your bowels, Begging from mercy from an overweight class traitor with shit aim Only to get 6 bullets in the back. For a cell phone. Can it beContinue reading “What good is a broken man?”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Gotcha, in the Cops and Robbers Game.   Jack had stopped listening long ago.  It wasn’t a voluntary thing, he was just too captivated by the sight of her to care about anything else.  After she had stopped reading she caught his gaze, which was locked on her eyes.  They both smiled andContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 14

Chapter 14  The Happy Couple   Jack had finished the story by the time Kate was long out of the shower. Now that he had come to, he decided that although the author of these stories was very talented he was also greatly disturbed, or at least in a very dangerous state of mind whenContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 14”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12

Chapter 12  I’m With The Band   The next morning they all awoke one by one at the early hour of dawn.  They all rubbed their twinging necks and backs and gave each other shit for being so stupid for sleeping sitting up on the couches, especially these couches which they found in a scrapContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12”

Ah, but Soft in a Kiss

Ah, but soft in a kiss and then gone. This is not a love poem but a poem of lust lost, lust lost but found afresh and anew. A new lust and spring, cleansed of spite of old and self. A return of not and never return need be to the rhyme and timing ofContinue reading “Ah, but Soft in a Kiss”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 9

Chapter 9 I dreamed I fucked her again.  This time without the ending event, we just fucked and fucked and fucked.  I would actually have the same dream not to long after this one.  It was a perfect dream, not because it was about fucking, just because I knew one day I could have her. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 9”

To Question

What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11

To Find My Docile Cause

To find my docile cause, My own draft of soul and resource. Driven by the Charges recourse, by the agents of fortunes pain of maturities trial nature, what humid steam of humor would elicit the reactions of film’s martyrs, why cannot our acts of past retributes speak for themselves. Speaking, speaking, always speaking of freedoms.Continue reading “To Find My Docile Cause”

No More and Never Was

So stings the said cruelty of nothing more than words. True to the moraless morals unethical ethics. What blind robot is unbiased? Can a critic be so dry of emotion they can judge unfairly? HA! Sweet bias is what drives our sight of insight upon sight! Feel that which is no more. No more, andContinue reading “No More and Never Was”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10

Be foul, but look you a friendly face

Merry it is that you look on this day with holy woe. It was this cracked surface. This blocked tomb that the events did carry on. Be foul, but look you a friendly face To hide your wounded fear. Pitch your bio forth, to a kind and open ear. 7/28/10

Luck’s Valiant Fortune

Luck’s valiant fortune is a blessing on this rotten state of nature. Hallowed be the night sky and purple morn. Token by the word of mouth does a story spread. Only to be lost within the sorts of time. Stated be the structure of sorts, and told this tale in time. It will be mocked,Continue reading “Luck’s Valiant Fortune”