What did he just (Tecum)say?
Originally posted on Dread Poets Sobriety:
I wanted first to touch on the fact that I’ve been making jokes for years about how in 1814 Canadians (really Mother England at…
We run
Keep away. Come not near. You who seem obscene. Leering, shouting, baying, weeping in singsong, But in the company of angels, To show us pretenders We are seen.
Fear and loathing
This is something that cuts to my very quick, and makes me feel shame. Today, I was sitting in my car with the windows down, waiting for my wife to … Continue Reading Fear and loathing
The Rolling Stones and Robert Frost
I feel like a privileged person, as I think back on this story. Also, there is an urge to brag a little, not about any personal worth or accomplishment, but … Continue Reading The Rolling Stones and Robert Frost
Dunce material
I have a little gripe, you see, With poetry obtuse Don’t like the way it challenge me I look like silly goose There’s still a curiosity To look up those … Continue Reading Dunce material
The hoard
in a dream (just a dream) billions was i worth and what did i love, what did I buy? to the Louvre did i go and made them offers they … Continue Reading The hoard
The One You Need
Another poem that caught my heart, by Randall Evans.
Party animals
At people’s parties i go out for air not snobbish just at a loss, if you please, for clever conversation my two cents has not risen with the inflation rate … Continue Reading Party animals
The left handed Artist
the happenstance of noises is interpreted as voices they are baleful, malevolent, or wise fraught with contradiction but uttered with conviction as senseless as senility’s surmise within this pool of … Continue Reading The left handed Artist
Working class heroes
A pompous little braggart A Witch of Wiccan ways A Scotsman named McTaggart (For only seven days) A thieving set of sisters A sleeper on the job A pair of … Continue Reading Working class heroes
Where are we going
my brother in his sick bed sits up suddenly overriding the morphine he’s back on his dispatch job picks up the phantom phone gives directions I lay him down say … Continue Reading Where are we going
Gateway
This fine poem by Randall Evans…
Something that bothers me.
We’ve been “friends” for years. I worked with you for a decade. During that time, we had an artistic association as well. My daughter joined us on occasion with our … Continue Reading Something that bothers me.
Oracle
Being of the foolish persuasion, I consulted the Great Oracle Of God’s Lexicon and Encyclopaedia. And, with tickling anticipation, I typed in my name. Seven short letters, three space four. I’m Feeling Lucky. Bingo. There’s my … Continue Reading Oracle
Long Ride Home
Originally posted on Writing and Reflections:
Some people long for blooming darkness velvet blackness where the lonely seek cover with the eyes of a discarded doll even as spirits commune…
Itself
Kid Little thought toys would do it. At fifteen, a Bad Influence showed him Playboy. He thought that would do it. He turned 21 on the day the drinking age … Continue Reading Itself
