The Subway's Poet
Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory – Cormac McCarthy
So you want to be a Writer by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and … Continue reading
Eternal Meetings in Somnolence……
Eternal Meetings in Somnolence Because I’ve spent so much time alone, I shake this page into vastness of the night air releasing its treasure of words, into the thick … Continue reading
Ideas that don’t Sing
Ideas that don’t Sing The caged bird doesn’t sing because it’s trapped It sings because it can no long_ er see itself. In the wild this bird would let loose … Continue reading
straight from my head no edit yet
im about to cross the street and already from here I can hear them – all the hospital employees off their shift and chattering reminding me of a bad experience … Continue reading
Fresh Unedited stuff: Unresolved Searching
Unresolved Searching Again it’s one of those nights I pick up the harmonica and I play Heart of Gold, the only song I had the stomach to learn on this … Continue reading
Fresh Unedited stuff
I wrote this now. I generally try to get the entire idea out on paper and that is a pretty laborious process. Then once it is all out I do … Continue reading
A Little Bit of Sophistication
A Little Bit of Sophistication My Mentor says its the image I create in the mind of the reader that counts Fuck style! he says Focus on the middle class … Continue reading
Complacency
Complacency If I ‘bettered’ myself you wouldn’t be able to love me so I talk dirty to you at the dinner table with family around Your face gets red You besiege me … Continue reading
It’s suggested Donation
It’s suggested Donation The promise of an elusive bird behind the mellifluous singing is to be admired more than the bird itself How then could the library’s old birdsong records … Continue reading
My Only Redemption
My Only Redemption Some passions in me never venture towards the day’s light…..rather they hastily linger in the dank grottoes of night. There are people I love so dearly, so … Continue reading
Jessica with one “S”
Jessica with one “S” I miss the day when racism was more overt not for my sake but for my co-worker who dives into her bag desparately digging for a … Continue reading
Dreams and Hand Holding
Dreams and Hand Holding It must have been some dream I had for us to wake up holding hands. I am wont to think that this is still a … Continue reading
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion – From TS Eliot
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those … Continue reading
The Unyielding Character 2
Again Unyielding Not only in dream but in real life too, one meets unsavory, impish characters – unyielding mischief makers who exchange acrimonious words and self-important posturing for loving kindness. … Continue reading
Locked out of Living
Locked out of Living I awoke to the laughter of children outside my window, hoping to find the hidden source of their infectious mirth. Later on walking through the … Continue reading
Autumn for Words
Autumn for words From somewhere unknown but close-by, Autumn returns, bringing coolness to a parched Earth doing the inconceivable a season before: as she hides us under the words of … Continue reading
Foundations of an Imaginary Separation
Foundations of an Imaginary Separation The sun’s hanging high in the sky and everyone feels the warmth of that statement, even we who walk in the shadows of skyscrapers; man’s … Continue reading
More than Just Salty
More than Just Salty So I prayed, to never have to pray again. When praying for release is no longer an option, maybe then I can stew in my neediness. … Continue reading
Where am I going?
Where am I going ? I wrote so much of myself onto the paper I no longer know where to take this poem. I thought to write about you, the … Continue reading
No where to Go with Song
No where to Go with Song The subway is the microcosm of this world everyone is coming or going here whether they have a home or not Beauty and … Continue reading
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