poetry Esoteric Monster “It’s a difficult time fer us, now You know?” Said the ghoul as he made shapes With his toe, in the snow. I tried to stay calm as he spoke Not look unnerved by his shattered visage Strips of rotting flesh seeming to trickle Down the side of his
poetry Night Walking... Hood up Cans on; Music is driving, Showing me the way. Roads are dark, Half-lit by cabs Lamp posts’ sodium haze Phone-glow passes by. I tread lightly for a big man Toe to heel is my aim But flat striking That’s the limit of my game. Beats rise and
poetry Perspective ephemera Rushing water Do you hear it? I am sure that I do, Though the spillway is dry. Warm golden fingers Do you feel them? I am sure that I do, Though the sun has sunk away. Distant voices Do you hear them? I am sure that I do, Though I
