On One’s Arrival No doubt you seem bug eyedas you wash ashoretowards starched sentinelsof five borough hives. Your hopeful flesh cutsthick air in quick stridesover silent ones below,who dream through another lensin the full light of dark and who cannot see us. Trundling forward with hopecarved from brownstone rock;your eyes swallowed wholelike the hours inContinue reading “On One’s Arrival”
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In a Manner of Speaking
In a Manner of Speaking It’s a faux sleep that brings onrapid eye contortions witheach ghostly hour of the newmorning, where I break surfaceto battle with semanticsbetween salvoes and broadsides. On intermittent days, youand I are swallowed whole bythe lugubrious crawl of time;by the authorship of saidclauses that dot the margins ofour own ill definedContinue reading “In a Manner of Speaking”
Visions of Orion Poetry 