Blackface
When I woke upthis morningI laid there for a bitIdly went to scratch my nosethen nearly had a fit Someone else’s hand was there,with skin of ebon brownI ran my … Continue Reading Blackface
The road is long
In fable days I took a dare to try the mortal maze They shut the door when I went in to walk its narrow ways I felt a fool and … Continue Reading The road is long
The cunning linguist
Gimme those geometries, those triangles and squares, Dimensional anomalies, to tesseract my cares. Compasses and sliding rules; protractors are the rage. And, adding and dividing tools put answers on the … Continue Reading The cunning linguist
Cunning, no less
whiskers are self-aware we think they train themselves and have a care and so avoid the sink the sharpest razor surest hand might catch them in the pink but the … Continue Reading Cunning, no less
Rhyme and reason
When waking life is webbed with dream and what is real don’t matter and conversations only seem unnecessary chatter a poet’s heart’s engendering a majesty of wonders and thinks upon … Continue Reading Rhyme and reason
