The Future

Articulate in yer face! May I stay here and listen to you while my mind and senses explore on replay. Still here talking! On replay On replay Someone is bringing fresh drinks over on replay on replay The party is busy but i don’t care on replay on replay She’s not here but you’ll do

Future Or Past?

When looking for further energy to expand towards the future or the past should fate guide my hand? For it seems that when the work is done three parts of it is still in motion mowing down the dominoes of the past for hardly any forward motion. Poem by Andrew Watkins ©2017 Andrew Watkins

When I close my eyes…

When I close my eyes… Why can I see the city lights? Why does everything I write rhyme with fights? When I have a hard enough time asserting my rights, Why do I see a starry sky filled nights? When I look ahead… Do I see problems of old recomposed? Ask myself do I know of a