John Albright Poems

The once familiar sound
Of the clock
(tick, tick, tick)
Has been replaced
...

Loud noises fill the room...
Glasses hit tables
Billiards, shuffleboard
Talk of whiskey, beer, sex...
...

Autumn
Coquetishly knocking
Causes me to reflect
On Nature
...

I can't even remember her name
Or where she was from,
Just the silhouette of her body
Standing in the moonlight
...

Paradise
Everything that is needed
Want for nothing
Then
...

She was more
Than my eyes could take in
A beauty off the canvas
And sitting three rows from me
...