A solitary window, no door.
Sanded red oak floors filmed by saw dust.
A palpable solitude.
A hammock fitting two precariously.
A soft wool blanket with a slight itch.
Comfort minus complacency.
A luminous fireplace shinning like
Sunlight through tree boughs.
Assertive but gentle, the lover's touch.
A virgin desk, sympathetic as
An observer to the fruition of my failures.
A passive Panzo.
In such a place,
An easel and an empire,
Would I muse and write unfettered,
To rise of my own, a Camelot.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Iam, Chump
I work for big dollars;
Quartered in a nice office,
My self-respect is nickeled and dimed
so He can get in his two cents.
No matter how I add it up,
I work for the Man.
Which makes me just a well dressed chump
Stooging for his change.
Quartered in a nice office,
My self-respect is nickeled and dimed
so He can get in his two cents.
No matter how I add it up,
I work for the Man.
Which makes me just a well dressed chump
Stooging for his change.
Stringless
Fiends, they ask your full faith for their false fidelity.
Fine, I
Profess no fickle promises.
Pledging only a prodigious passion played purely to your pleasures.
Fine, I
Profess no fickle promises.
Pledging only a prodigious passion played purely to your pleasures.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Beginnings
I have always hated beginnings.
They cut like new formed teeth,
Breaking the comfort of the quotidian as I would
Rather muddle in the mundane mediocrity of my daily drudgery
Forging through footpaths with footholes formed for my feet.
But I have dreams.
They cut like new formed teeth,
Breaking the comfort of the quotidian as I would
Rather muddle in the mundane mediocrity of my daily drudgery
Forging through footpaths with footholes formed for my feet.
But I have dreams.
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