Mike Barrett Poems

Within
Our lives
As they unfold
We
...

Before
The beginning
The thought.
...

There was
A bird
That sat
Within
...

Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
...

Deaf are your ears
Your eyes blind -
Yet no mute
Nor any sign of one!
...

I
Walked
Along
The ocean shore
...

That drunk
There
With the dirty whiskers
Old rags
...

Here,
Come here
And sit with me
Beside this lake
...

Now
The ticking
Of a clock -
Now
...

Funny now - not then

Upper plate flushed down drain
...