Unconventionally Poor

Unconventionally poor like a dog without a saw tooth bark I sit in my unconventional chair and write without imagination I speak the prose of Shakespeare, not Barthelme And I wonder aloud well in my head How can this unconventional life be so bad? and deep and lonely when all I want is a friendContinue reading “Unconventionally Poor”

Oh, We can plainly

see. That is me and me and me. That you are a fully grown Boy. Clumsily Adept, skillyfuly inept, artyfully kept I am grown, boy. Taking care of myself, being like a little elf, sometimes on task other times at the end of a branch; hanging in motion, listening for the commotion. I am grown, boy. SixContinue reading “Oh, We can plainly”

The little path to greatness

The little path to greatness is a MarioWorld of jumps, power-ups (with awesome sound effects)and mushrooms No. It is made of God and prayer, Luck and judgement, Hard work and toil sunshine and bad weather It’s a walk through the wood that leads to a mountain path that leads to the chariots of the gods.Continue reading “The little path to greatness”


Whoosh (air) Something came in, something left beats rhyme, cymbals moan, pipes groan, vocals rest their hands on your shoulders and take you for a dance. Casino sounds merge with memory to leave you skint with feeling Did you ever get carried away with thrash guitar and drums? In that state of suggestion, anything comes toContinue reading “Ash-ed”