We all have places we would be, if but the choice were ours. We all have lives we would have lived, if born in other days. Perhaps tomorrow we shall find a way to change our fates, but for today we shall remain just faces in the crowd.
Category: Poetry
Viewscreen
T.V. announcer, strange world beyond, life as seen by the tube. Odd psychotic images dancing on the tainted screen. Neck breaking, vein slashing, comment on life in the city. Jagged road leading down, down, down, until the test pattern again awakens your sleep.
Darwin’s Progeny
You, too, are smart, o worthy cousins. With curious, intelligent eyes you watch us tear the house down. Do you ever wonder why? Do you lament that, for a tiny quirk in a microscopic strand you could be the masters of the world? Would we watch you with the same concerns?
The Cat on My Wall
A cat sat on my garden wall. Its eyes burned like a fire. I watched it nearly half an hour, Then off it quickly ran. I sat awhile, with curtain drawn, My life upon that wall. The cat was gone, still I stayed on. It's strange how life seems planned.
In a Restaurant
The cook smiles at an entering guest, taking short orders all the while. Two policemen sit, enjoying their coffee, dismissing thoughts of outside crimes. A young man orders a burger to go. He'll soon hitch a ride to another town. I sit back and watch as the rain outside makes rings in tiny pools of … Continue reading In a Restaurant
The Girl in the Well
When she grew up she could not be in cramped places, like her mother's walk-in closet, or the space between her aunt's house and the garage. Sometimes, in a theater, in that moment of darkness before the movie flickered on, she'd feel her throat tighten, and sweat begin on her forehead, and she'd think back … Continue reading The Girl in the Well
Oscar Wilde
I can't recall exactly when I first discovered Oscar Wilde's preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray, but I cannot think of a single piece of writing that's had more of an impact on my development as a writer. I have yet to find a more concise set of principles on art in general, and … Continue reading Oscar Wilde
If
If I am just an actor And all the world's a stage Should I be content to know The lines upon the page? And if I'm just an animal Held within a cage Would I be shot down if I Someday break out in rage? Would the world just stop and stare If I weren't … Continue reading If
No Room for Heroes
No beach to play on Since you are gone No field to run in I'm all alone No holding hands While the movie is on No room for heroes Now that we're grown No land of make believe No Mouseketeers No Sesame lyrics To plague our ears No snow at Christmas Santa has gone No … Continue reading No Room for Heroes
Prisoner
Helpless, I feel out of luck, for now my friends have gone away and took with them the only key. My only hope quick passed me by an hour past and now I stand and beckon for release. Outside my walls I see passers-by, pedestrians in a world of freedom, bystanders, petitioners, but no one … Continue reading Prisoner