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
Category: Verse
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
Faces
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.
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?