As I was found in the bargain books bin,
With my blank pages written in the dust,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
And the drab cashier did give a dry grin,
Eyes that drew images of raw distrust,
As I was found in the bargain books bin.
My cover worn away to exposed skin,
And my gilded binding now turned to rust,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
My sense of meaning running all too thin,
But the temptation is surely a must,
As I was found in the bargain books bin.
In desolation and my own chagrin,
As into your hands I was thrust,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
And with another journey to begin,
Swift lest inquiring minds turn to disgust,
As I was found in the bargain books bin,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
Bargain Books
As I was found in the bargain books bin, With my blank pages written in the dust, Expressing the depth you lost in the din. And the drab cashier did give a dry grin, Eyes that drew images of raw distrust, As I was found in the bargain books bin. My cover worn […]
Ode to a Stranger
Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure. Drab and grey, the clouds are envious, Weighed down by shopping and sharp despair, […]
Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow)
A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes, In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse, All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes. Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs, An umbrella for leg and no school house, A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes. Toward the starving grace that is […]
The Statue
Solid masses of raw dreams,
And Midas made me a God,
As I fell through gilded pages.
And gold cascades down in streams,
Applause and the people awed,
‘Twas the swift work of mages.
The Waves
A small child leaving footprints in the sand, Carelessly willing and wishing to hear, The sweet inviting sounds of the sea’s band, So the fates hold a cone shell to her ear. And hearing the music of the water, Such a fierce impulse, wanting to embrace, An urge to become the Wave’s own […]
Once more
Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. A handsome fellow could not putt for skills How flouncing scholars force our state of war. False virtue lures a cross, vast empty mores A wail of flaming pride ignores the frills Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. Forget your sombre […]
