Poems from dinner@eight
Underlying stress
That I fail to address
Haunts me evermore.
Peeping out of pores
Like unlocked doors.
Gathering below eyes
As vultures in...
Seed of Time.
Stem of innocence.
Song and rhyme
come to be.
Then sliver the branches
of vice and temptation.
Corruption and combat bloom...
What can be said of the disintgrating people?
The ears, the eyes, the mind goes.
Ticking time
Slow and slow
The legs, the arms, the heart...
My poetry is a farce
through which I feign brilliance.
I am of nothing,
nothing remdeemable.
Only triviality
constitutes my blood.
That...
We grow guns.
We place them in the hands of Americans and say,
"Go play."
The inevitable senseless violence that follows
is succeeded by...