lonely

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”

Haiku #432

I’m lonely said he Go down to the docks said she Get one all hunky

When again

I forget all that I thought lost to reason like a flight of birds and cornered in my fancy of this word or that. I think my posture has written a few when I’m slunk like a folded pillow into the creases of my seat, a lonely heartbeat and a keyboard. Strike a match inContinue reading “When again”

Put down! I can take it Brushing my teeth I can take it Dusting the floor I can take it Lying in bed I can take it Writing at home I can take it Watching the tv I can take it Cooking dinner I can take it Not matter what I do I can take itContinue reading “Lonely”

In My Room

OI’m lonely in my room listening to the gloom It’s all so interesting to me OI’m going into town to see what’s going down In the store and on the street Someone to see OI’m not meeting anyone this way seems so lame Everyone seems so tame In town. OI’m not hungry forContinue reading “In My Room”

Rusty Pennies

Dysphagia contained light is dark, hot is cold, good is bad? yesterday is now today (it happened yesterday morn) the time-space continuum sprung a leak and I fell into it drowning in specious stuff until I surfaced on a remote desert islands somewhere. I am trying to give you my impression of how I feel.Continue reading “Rusty Pennies”

Wheres the Party At?

Did you today or ever get that feeling that the party, wherever it is happening is not here, where you are, but some twenty miles away out of earshot, sight and in secret from you except for the thousands of revellers out there having the knees up of their lives and the times of theirContinue reading “Wheres the Party At?”

Untitled

If you’re not orcs then what the fuck are you? (hiding in your rooms from the world) And when you put a foot out of place I will be there to break it. Is that it? What do you seek in the silence? (as it waits) What are you doing? (plotting) Why are you alone?Continue reading “Untitled”

Life Between Walls

Every day is life between walls, The sun rises in the East and Sets in the West, In Australia, the water swirls down the plughole in a different way, In America, there are poisonous spiders hiding in your bathroom, In Europe, there are pornographic books on your bookshelves, (and literature on the floor) In theContinue reading “Life Between Walls”

Off the sea

I can hear the waves rushing in off the sea I don’t know but to me this is poetry Its like everyone is here from 1993 In the air is a poem carrying some psyence fiction and in my throat a sound, like a moan but more guttural like a gorilla Children of the age fromContinue reading “Off the sea”