Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Vagrancy. The page spills as I tear it, the ink trickles and I cannot hear it, though I see it. I dream it. I wear it. The page fills as these old words get near it: Dot dot dot. I’s and T’s, hooks and crooks and hope to die. This hope too high to… Continue reading →

The hidden things that make life worth living:the visible pulse under golden skin,the empty stomach from years of giving,the quiet eyes as new mindframes begin:All that vision, dream, impulsed and invoked by the glare of the sun upon my smile;She … Continue reading →

Mountain seer seeker thinker loversearching for funerary whites and blacksthinking of comfort and times that revelin comfort and times, in minds that are lax:Steady stutters, mobbing through knots of chords, strings of fury and expansions of sense… Continue reading →

The chest compresses as the air tittersA thousands sparks as two fingers were snappedThe wind hangs low for the highest biddersA snapshot of natives, now nude and mapped:Fistfulls of water, the deep green fountain Classic juice on the floor, so un… Continue reading →

Unubicable uproar, plutonicunderming of ineffable force,hospital rhombi spinning, sonicsalvation, under winds that whisper hoarse:That’s a makeshift periplus, a hot bath that soaks as it whisks up up and awaytowards the Great Way, Safeway, home of… Continue reading →

Something stunning occurs when the rhythmsnaps and pops, straightening out all the kinksin your neck, all the links that you’d give him,all the joy and pain, as your swelling shrinks:They’re looking for me, but I’ve gone nowhere but within myself … Continue reading →

Con-fusion or confusion? Which is it?Are the mind and heart mixed up or mixed in?Do we wait for gold auras to visitupon our dreams? Should I thin this thick skin?There is a fog. It is universal.It penetrates everything. Discovers, discloses. Conce… Continue reading →

Life. Starts. Today. On the brink of collapse,bizarre business cracked on the hot pavementlike bad eggings. On the verge of two traps,I grasp at the sticks of meaning’s sentence:The verdict is in, after the madness, after condensation brings the r… Continue reading →

Worn down for lack of choice, for lack of care,I wonder which way to cheat: left or right?Should I step to the left with a blank stare,or limp to the right having lost my light?Face it: life’s a cinch if you fail at it, and giving up’s akin to cha… Continue reading →

Forget the tiger, embrace the liar,make decisions with your right-hand vision, stoke an ego to replace the firethat was quelled by the downstroke’s derision: Changing faces mean contrasting habits -what was once a smile are now tired eyes looking … Continue reading →