Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

I’m taking a trip to Backache City,its marquee juxtaposed in green and gold,against the arid backdrop of grittygrains of sand, and grains of thought manifold:The former fly endless in the wind, sun, but the latter dissolve in the deep glowof the i… Continue reading →

And now I begin to find truths in books, though meaning eludes my capricious mind, so I put each new text on tenterhooks, and dry out doubts with a vision refined: Desiccation is a dangerous word, and it cracks over my hands like lashes, from a th… Continue reading →

Treat each new day like an endless repeatof the last one but with a new wrinkle:our consciousness does grow and does defeata timeline view of the world and its people:Which means that our growth is cosmic, not straight nor linear–we expand and co… Continue reading →

This current isn’t new, but it’s fresh likea smell you can see in colors so fly,in oranges so stark and greens that strikein droplets on your nose, haze in your eye: My stomach rumbles, purrs; I hear the haze,lemon-red, canary burgundy wines–hugg… Continue reading →

We could lay time flat like as on a map,or you could build it up like hills of clay,or better yet, do both, put clay on map,and put rocks down, so it won’t fly away: Then, we’d open a pack of toy soldiers,and put them on the hill, oceans and land,… Continue reading →

Does light truly consist of all colors,or is it the other way around? Dodark things really redound on our horrors,or do they tell us what we want them to?:Well, today there was light in every place, on, in, under rocks, leaves, clouds and sidewalk… Continue reading →

I’m giddy, back like I never left it;early or later I was destined tocome and give back to the ancient spiritof calm, clean, contented and fiercest you:I mean me, I meant “History” in quotes, and capitals, chattel, cattle and fees,charged against … Continue reading →

Mumps on the side of my face, I mean neck,as I span the distance from Greece to Spain,when I crunch the page but turn back to checkif the heroes inserted feel the pain:Like Alexander, I have gone too far, from Macedonia, to France, Spain, Persia,y… Continue reading →

I just saw the face of defeat two times,not my own, of course, but one more tragic,fixed in the heart of this land, its laws, crimes,and credos: therein lies the black magic:More frankly, there is a status panic, amongst the nominal “joes” that co… Continue reading →

A small milestone achieved in this high art,turned street, made rubble, across the spectrum,different hues of reconstruction that dart,in and out of time, space, from the rostrum:That is, I dissert, dissect from a mount so raised, that I’m really … Continue reading →