La Vita Boca
LIfe as poetry
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Spin
Spin
In desperation
in this miserable
revolution
wasted I slouch toward
a cheap motel
meet a stranger
screw him
under bare bulb light
a great Ash outside
one of few to escape
the blight
under the Ash
I feel cleansed
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Freedom of Sedition
I tremor with excitement
to sew tuft of the stigma
over and over enmesh it
in the sporadic design
of our seditious flag
we plaster handbills
sacred pledge that
no nether group hinder
our tread toward freedom
Friday, August 12, 2011
Most Secret Agent
Most Secret Agent
Tender notes
swept torments
from my mind
Memories of
crawling things
left rusty scars
Prophets walk
across cement
in morning sun
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Letting Go
Letting Go
In the midst of insanity
letting go is tantamount
give up reason
let go of everything sane
go with altered reality
cruise in the new world
let go, let go, let go
this is the new reality
this is the new sanity
letting go
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Secret Agent
Prophets walk
across cement
in morning sun
Memories of
crawling things
left rusty scars
Tender notes
swept torments
from my mind
for Sunday whirl: torments, swept, tender, notes, walk, prophets, crawling, cement, sun, morning, scars, rusty
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