Sit down my friends and drink your cares away, as though there’s nothing to concern you. Sit down my friends, and never mind about the clock. We all have problems, that is true, but, for tonight, just let them slip away, and have a drink on me. We're only here for such a short time, … Continue reading Speakeasy
Category: Poetry
Late Night Specters
Barefoot man in the restaurant, his voice knows the names of all who pass his way. Older man than me, his future is not secure, but no one's ever is. Shoeless friend, to all but me knows more of life than I could ever hope to, not because he's lived it better, but because the … Continue reading Late Night Specters
Undecided
I've had my lights knocked out before. Still the light shines from above. I've heard the thunder, felt the rain, but blue skies always came again. I've felt the madness, known the fear, to be alone in droves of friends. I've been alone. I may still be. Who knows?
Songbird
Lone on the road another year. Don't look back no time to cry. Tell the tales they wish to hear. Play the pleasing music once again. Tear your heart out make them smile. They own you now, you know. They put you in your gilded cage and they possess the key. Primp your feathers now's … Continue reading Songbird
Dreamlike
Voices, silent music of the night, flood the world, dismissing ancient fears. The waking eyes turn and perceive a new days dawn. Rampant visions of the past fade in the light of forgotten sunrises. Painted figures walk the streets, greeting one another with fire and smoke. Naked dancers sell their souls for a fleeting moment … Continue reading Dreamlike
Brain Cancer
Who I am I do not know, for darkness lies a blanket in my mind, a shroud upon the window to my soul. My face unknown, my name not called and yet a sense of worth escapes me not. I am a man, unknown to time, existing only in my mind, and with this thought … Continue reading Brain Cancer
Artistry
A chilling wind blows by outside. Scattered gusts enter the window of the small studio, fighting back the faint warmth of an overworked radiant heater. A young man stands before his easel reproducing on canvas the gaunt, hollow-eyed, skeletal figures which attack him in his dreams.Five floors below the people of the city are just … Continue reading Artistry
Late Night Poet
The staccato rhythm of the broken typewriter echoes throughout the rooms and disappears outside in the streets. Gradually increasing the size of the paper heap beside him in the trashcan, the young man finds himself no closer to solving earthly mysteries than he was this time last year. Giving up on silence, glaring at the … Continue reading Late Night Poet
The Nomad
His footsteps echo in the corridors of darkened alleyways sparked with streetlamps. He searches garbage cans for succulent morsels of 7:30 dinners now forgotten. He passes by and I turn away living within the sunken dream of another man's reality.
Carnation
The sound of music reaches my ears. Music from a time gone by which now to most is just a shadow. Ages fly by quickly, giving no one time to question why. I know not why myself nor do I care. Just fetch me my top hat, and my gold-handled walking stick and yes, we … Continue reading Carnation