What would a scream look like on paper?
If I could write a scream I'd have something!
Who ignored the sunshine
down to the very last day flower
in motor cars
Mozart plays pool on the far table by the window
Still mourning the death of his father
his great mass is pounding in his head
The feeling at the heart of things
is the infinite reality of poetry
It reasons the perspectives are boundless
The saddest room in Havana is the smoking lounge in the Varadero Airport
I haven't the energy even for distraction
A softer hand there couldn't be
A kinder face I've never seen
Don't get too close for I am old
I am the lone soldier of the revolution
I read to stay sharp
I write to stay sharp
As we age
Our feet more firmly on the ground
We're disinclined to be swept off them
Kind, Loving, Generous Male
Must be Open-Minded
The type of person who values personality over looks
He's got on my same favorite t-shirt
He thinks it's cooler than I do
Probably in his 'good' t-shirt pile
And as I watched
it shed a solitary tear of pure blood
and I knew
I was seeing it's very soul
Her eyes were pale green and introspective
as was her face
She watched the door casually
The sirens sing to each other in the street
from asphalt to ambush
they echo the cry of the fallen soldier
I am just a soul
standing among other souls
Trapped in the baggage of birth
The sweet glow of sweat on a warm full breast
A thin cotton dress hugs so perfectly her nimble form
Convicted of a " Vanity Press" in 2000. Released on February 27th 2012. Currently lawfully at large.)
After All This Time
Hearts are broken everyday
and I console myself in this
while quietly eating my lunch in the bar
with no love to go home to
or hurry for
Let there be no mistake, there are no mistakes.
Write through the bad, looking for the good.
The 'real' feeling at the heart of things is the infinite reality of poetry.
Practice exercises in compassion.
Sometimes remember, we're not actually going anywhere.