Poetry
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Lately, in the boston Metropolitan area, the sky has fallen Repeatedly. I wish I pretended to care more. the quiet white Albatross, Plumage pushing in clenching silence As the world Descends to meet it A skyline receding And falling ever downward Like the wars of attrition Fought as a last […]
Sometimes, among the granular stars when someone smashes a hi-hat like some jazz short-form and all I see is infinity It’s nice to stop for a moment and forget myself.
The locust of dawn watches its prey It sits in the fields of wheat Grain rising with the golden dawn Of revelation The preacher sees the insect, clicking Its angry chitinous legs In preparation The sound that howls like the Cicada’s death cry Across the endless plain of gold Braided […]