jim hogg Poems

And as the crumbling
of coherence grew
a scraichin' raged about us;
too like for all the end
...

there's nothing left to say or do
except to say it's still as true
and in your eyes I see it too
you still love me; I still love you
...

'The only journey is the one within.' Rilke
...

We met outside the Alamo
That quiet pub across from Jack's
You'd told me I should take it slow
And so I rushed to make a start
...

Her name was Jean,
Her eyes were green;
I never noticed her at first;
And though she's well past seventeen,
...

In the bay where all the bombs fall
the sea has left the sea
In a mirrored wall I saw myself
walk away from me
...

Our era was chimney smoke
idly falling onto rooftops
and gradually into memories
we never noticed
...

This is the way the wind must blow
The word came up from London town
And witless minions laid us low
The mind of London blew us down
...

no, parties never were my scene
but, truth to tell, I wish they were
for this feels like an SOS
I never issued when I should
...

Napoleon might have had a cat
and Feynman might have had a cut
and something might have had a point
in branched cascades of might have beens
...