Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Marginal Poetry (some older stuff)


Here's a toast to my friend Doubt
The janitor of Whatcouldbe
Who with his icy reason numbs
Throbbing infinity


sing children
to peace
with kind words of war
When desiring freedom
brothers soft
ly exhaled


love is to dream
as dawn
remembering night's moonlit
faithless delicious treason
embraces the sun


skin dancing
his hard tongue glazing
her throat with dewdrops
madly-delicious graceful
caramel faces sweat into satin


These are some of the poems I have written when I was experiencing writers' block. They are "refrigerator poetry" and were done on a poetry website.

1 comment:

Nichole said...

skin dancing ...

Love those two words together. Great stuff, my friend. It feels almost like I'm peeping into your windows when I read this stuff. I'm not a stalker, I swear it! Thanks for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your fine words.