Poems from Vincent St. Clare
(I would step outside before looking in)
In the end you will find
Only the witness as he stands
Open, bare to the world
Among it, of...
Two mirrors standAdjacent, opposedStaring into the infinityThey strive to approach
BecomingBut never being
— sui cædere… To make way for griefA kiss neither betrayed nor swore allegianceTo king or crown, a terrible dinnerUpon which looks the...
Deodorant sent them to spaceAnd Richard Branson, to the Moon!There’s a big box in the pores of ApophisThe stain on the void and the...
I like long walks on the beach,Total enlightenment,Licorice, and whiskyI am one with the universeIn tossing the old bocce ballThrough the...