Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

To stand is to remain, to unveil time,To reveal the folds underneath the smooth,Flowing wood of the spot, you skipped the line,And you towed it toward the hint of new truth:In sonnet form, the joy between the lines, The depth of every breath taken… Continue reading →

I feel and take in beauty so deeply, That I don’t know whether I should resent Or represent it. Or read it neatly, And write an analysis to present: At conferences of studious niggards, Of “culture”—quote, unquote—though it’s different, When you r… Continue reading →

Gray morning, gray glove, gray presence, gray love, Good timing, great colors—green gray contrast, And the day slinks on down from up above, But the sun sleeps ‘neath the cloudy ballast: I really do feel that this describes me, But the sun is my m… Continue reading →

The window opens as if by design, And the breezes trickle straight through the screen, With a sincere desire to confine The haughty spirits of a heart so mean: While furious thoughts rework the mindframe, In which an imprint stood of time so real,… Continue reading →

I’m a peninsula in an ocean Of salty currents and bloody noses, And the taste of blueness, brine and roses Lingers and halts the uvular motion: It just dangles there, swelling and shrinking, According to how sick I get—too much! Sometimes, I want … Continue reading →

Let’s start this indagation with “Wide Right,” And decades slide by like a carousel But before arousal, before the well Had dried and flooded, had darkened alight: I was Floridian, and football mine, Whether college, pro, or high school, I lived T… Continue reading →

A concerted burst from the mind in love, With a job or a notion of duty, Is what I crave, from below or above, Heaven or hell grant this power to me: Two worlds opposed converge in a moment, And passion of placement ensues in space, Wherein right … Continue reading →

I scrape the sides of time with a spoon so, Tinny, so shiny, that the hours change, And become epochs entirely. Oh, Love with your dangers your length and your range: From sun to sun, from squint to squint, I feel This power enter me and leave me … Continue reading →

The beauty inside, it gets no older, While our minds and flesh corrode and deform Our image of self from foot to shoulder, Is stripped from our chest, as we must perform: Since the mind enslaves on an endless stage, Making life travail, a work of … Continue reading →