Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Gentle pitter patter of light and wavepush me back towards home on the concrete blocks,the rhythm like worksongs- I was a slave;At least in spirit, or essence, that “rocks”: Like a lullabye winds down the spirit of an infantile complex with selfho… Continue reading →

We are upon a transition today;that is, if you want change, or time to dreamwhile waking; my bones are aching to say:”Life’s a dream and even dreams unseem”:The unseemly, uncanny seam between the worth of touch or feel and of reply–Well, that is … Continue reading →

The day I was born was full of movement,and I’m still sliding today, from the left-hand side; and every breath is a moment,till I’ve no more spirit and no breath left:If you were to tell me, “Movement’s your muse,” I’d say, “But I stay inside all … Continue reading →

There is a chink in my chain mail breastplatethat I slay night-slippers just to scratch at,because I love danger: check or checkmate,and I’ll overturn the board to patch that:slit with insane swagger and confidence, which is not the same as reinfo… Continue reading →

I pounced on the pavement and chipped a tooth,and as the wind whirled by clouds, earth and sky,I was dazed for a bit, then I saw truthrip up from a crack, right before my eye:The vision was as such: I saw new shoes on a pantsuit, with no brandname… Continue reading →

Hours to turn your life into magic,to animate ashes into passes,and islands into archipelagicclusters: fingers that massage the masses:From a spot of isolation I comeso communal–my turbulence the waves that rock your babe to sleep, as you becomea… Continue reading →

Passioned filibuster; time held by love,and space dropped into an atom in which,length, width and height flatten; push comes to shove,and smite comes to have heart — its beat does itch: So scratchy, flagrant, fragrance fills the air;you can feel,… Continue reading →

Evaluative precepts don’t conform us;we reshape ourselves for them, as the worldsprings more complex / we put up a fussand eschew mystery for paths unfurledby the hand of the Law; on greenish rugswe run–ran, trod on–by expectation: they’ll be se… Continue reading →

There’s water weight holding down my stomach,as a ship of fools that’s packed to the brimdoes sink and swim–a sub supra hammock-like flows and feelings over waters swim: But queasiness is learning to be real,so I’ll slurp up the salty water waves… Continue reading →

With a daily shake of the daily pen,I provide for you all my daily dose;Your daily bread that’s spiked to unleaven,with metrical message in rhyming rows:Or columns of war, arranged in numbers, too unsound to count, to deep to recall;I strike, like… Continue reading →