Tag Archives: poetry

Poem: Sepia Graph Paper

Dated 1994
Words etched across squares across time across memory
Found folded flat forgotten in between your letters
Where are you now I wonder aloud
Reading aloud the words you inspired

“lost in thought
we sit upon your bed
winter laughing at our dreams

you browse tropical vacations
hoping to feel sand rough between
your perfectly painted toes

i watch the way your eyes sparkle
leaving me longing to feel heat
much nearer to home

you remain oblivious
mumbling ‘thanks for dinner…’
as i leave to walk alone
back along the muddy river
flowing past your flat

cold dusk closing hard
i trail wispy white breath
gusting back the way i came
all alone the muddy river
flowing past your home

snow soft grey reminds me
of the blankets on your bed
warm smell of you between the weft
all along these muddy flats
flowing past your river

‘abandon all hope’
i wrote upon the shore
kicking my words onto the shards of ice
tiny cryptic muddy specks
flowing thoughts like a river

winter chortled once again
mocking any dreams of spring…”

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There is more. And yet there isn’t.
She travelled. I didn’t.
Later that year she married. And so it ends

“starlight, starbright
wish I maybe might
have these
wishes lost from sight
so it is
and so it ends
wishing wishing wishing
not just friends…”

Poem: No Reason At All

There is no reason,
never ever was;
Nor any season
that might ever change
to make a difference.

Every days the same;
Slow as molasses,
dry stench of decay
trailing behind me…
while I fade away

There are no beaches.
Nor any bitches
in heat for some play,
down where I’m headed
to count down my days

I choose the blue pill
with no-one to share;
Men in rough white coats
lead us down the hall
laughing all the way

Nights in white satin
echoing outside.
I would ask you why,
if I didn’t know
you’re only a lie

Do you remember?
Do you even try?
Best not to go there
it only makes me cry;
And the women sigh

As they come and go…
That wasn’t it.
That wasn’t it at all.
There is no reason;
And so here I lay,
trousers undone.

Poem: Over Written

Too many words wasted;
when only one will do.
In these silent spaces
between each dusk and dawn.

Rising blues crescendo –
Oh wait! I know this song:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Wide open bedroom window
lets in the pouring rain;
Cats in the kitchen yowling
the bowls are empty again

Why should I even bother
to get up and out of this bed?
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Purple phone keeps ringing
all over the sodden floors;
Seems no one dared answer it
before the floors got wet.

My pillows do feel poorly
and barely hold up my thoughts;
Why is there no body here
when the party is well begun?

See how I swing to the rhythmic
throbbing of words inside my head:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Poem: Cypher

I hear you
yet I cannot fathom
what it is you mean
scrambled symbols
broken zeitgeist zodiac
racing across the moon

this one says
yes I do
that one says
I don’t

neither either
here nor there
dare to speak
the secrets
that they keep

I see you
and still it’s true
that no matter all the words you say
it simply is untrue