Friday, December 20, 2013

Prophet & Gain

question,
when religion rubs
itself over some
pornographers joke.

I see you...red faced,
licking G-d
with a big gee,
just in case.

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

The War of Art



Rustic hues, on canvas lift
the barrage, then the tonal shift
indifferent to the textured strain
of scratched in men, who fall again

Invictus, through poetic wake
a parable, for no ones sake
the rhythm running through the line
that failed to hold, despite the rhyme

Exposure, in a brittle light
the kodak, and the bakelite
a glossy situation turned
to weekly sales and children burned

Saturday, April 20, 2013

A Dream of Pyongyang


A Dream of Pyongyang

I Took a walk through old Pyongyang
a package tour, a secret sign
a party of surreal control
four hundred floors for me to climb

Consider, I was led by Kim
to forge a statement tall and slim
I made the point, he failed to see
but made the point right back at me

I sat by Leonard on a tram
and noticed when he tapped my hand
the beauty of his weaponry
the beauty of some prophecy

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Hymm



Sweetest is the evening
that entertains a lie
a blessing hid in open view
a curse laid in disguise
we carry on together
though neither of us bound
by winters holy sorrow
nor summers needy crown

I follow you, and even though
your heart cannot be bound
to winters holy sorrow
and summers needy crown
She whispered in my ear something warm and sharp Fixed circumstances aside, I felt my way along dark promises soft issues broken lies