GATES

Monday, August 25th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | 1 Comment »

Sometimes there can be truth As true as the sound of an anchor Hitting mud From the shore only silence Only a straining vessel And the lapping water It is true that all hearts grow cold Whether during life or after All hearts grow cold Some speak of time How ...

LAMENT

Sunday, August 10th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »

Suffer now the bitter evening The undead twitter of lively folk They are small clipped birds Swallow now the half-chewed meal Of wakeful dreams Summoned by the stink of urinals Or shambled men in piss-stained slacks How ugly people can be Slouched in the rain and thinking of ...