Poetry – Liferaft in the Abyss

I want to breathe….

My throat feels raw,constricted…. The ar is thick withwill h smog of cars andjets. For better air I mustrise above it. I want to breathe, as a freed man, fulfilled in deeds and In spirit. Some day, that will be.

Californiaflaky

It’s like…. An apple pie with a crust so flaky That you eat very little of it. They’re nice folks, some have nothing under their crust. Or ugly things…. I’ve never been to Warsaw ghetty, I’d swear I saw the gestapo tearing down tents Herding their dwellers into camps…. Oh, I’ve seen filth lying inContinue reading “Californiaflaky”

I don’t follow, I do this….

Fear, what is there to fear? Don’t do this and go to Hell, Or Naughty Naughty, Don’t enjoy that dick! You’ll be spanked and sent to Hell! I do this, I don’t care. I mean, are you even relevant? I mean I suck Fear’s dick every morning, So who’s the fuck are you? Why, I’llContinue reading “I don’t follow, I do this….”

Get up!: Message from the Self

Are kings and queens always fools? Do Gorgons fear to tread? No time to rest. No time for play. I have fooled myself into thinking I died. But eternity is a long time and I bore easily. There is only time for conquest.

A trapped rat

I admit that I’m not the most intelligent of rats. I’m trapped in this trap. Though it didn’t kill me, My nightmare is that I will never escape.

Death on 9th Street

“San Diego, CA., Most Beautiful City In America.” Grieving, candles burning the streets. Someone died here. Two days ago, A tent neighborhood was here, ‘luxuary’ apartments towering above. And the neighborhood is gone.

I shouldn’t have have had that cigarette….

It was OK Before that hill. My walking slowed to a crawl And breathing became labored. But you can’t put coins in a ATM, So now I have to have another one….

To Do List

Write Read Walk…. to create worlds and then go to them My feet crushes alabaster snow In foothills, where dear shoot men for dinner At the summit the orgies can last for eternity. But I have nothing to read they torched all the libraries. So I read the graffiti on the walls. I walked toContinue reading “To Do List”

A tale of two libraries.

A guard walks through, watching people at public desk tops. The library is new, but feels like a prison…. There is a old building that was once a main library built in the ’40s. The homeless now camp on it’s sidewalk blocking pedestrians. Neither is truly free.

Bobo

It’s been dry all winter, So when the fire came, the forest was ready to burn. I cannot flee. They caught me when I was young, still attach to mother. I know I’m not tied down, yet I cannot flee. Tents burn, people and animals scatter to escape. The air is getting thinner….