Randy Briggs Poems

Cryptic culture,
Cultic culture,
Consumer culture,
Fake culture,
...

Skyscrapers
Break the sky,
Smog chokes the air,
Endless buildings go on
...

sometimes, when the
bus drops me off
(it has no knowledge
where I go)
...

2 a.m.
3 stories high-
Stoned-
Ugly subways trashed
...

Wolves running wild
Beast and beauty,
Howling full moon instigates
The dead to rise above
...

'Pink, you know how I knew you were funny? '

'How? '
...

Golden California
Rays &
People laughing,
Having a good time.
...

Father of
my father,
I never got to
know.
...

I can see it,
I can feel it through the mess halls
of the darkest and damndest ghettos of America,
Its truth moves me like a Greek tragedy.
...

I wake up to feel the weight,

The weight of my soul and my heavy mind
...