Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Hardcore fast line red dot sapphire blue noteblack music tasked with layers of self-doubtacross the eras, epochs, eons quotethis sign might be what this world is aboutAstride the left side of the sea my eyegoes right I see dolphins they … Continue reading →

The temperature rises, initiallyand then falls like lead on a string, plummetsto the weightless depths, interstitially ensconced like a valley between summits:What is effort? What is grit? What is time,when blood boils to a fiery, viscous pitchand the pulses lose their rhythm and … Continue reading →

The yawning block that sputters in silence the unanimous heart’s empty voices like a purring cat that cannot listen to the inner cry that roars for comfort: There are no words for unuttered speech acts that crawl into the burning … Continue reading →

Snow falls down like liquid angels frozenin contemplation of the divine gaze;Look on look, a face-off of the chosenwith their own Source, its loving eyes ablaze:In an instant, each moment is infinite,ripe with the fullness of an endless now;a panorama … Continue reading →

The wood panels shine but are not brilliant Streaked with sweat and blood and the stench of time The air is filled by the roar of the vent Dully droning its tune in throaty rhyme Young people dawdle on bleachers … Continue reading →

Importance is relative. The cosmos is free. I drowned in the milk of culture I only drink the beers that do cost most I add tea to my lemons for Palmer. I don’t pet dogs, but I do pet kittens … Continue reading →

The room is dark, so I must type tonightInstead of write with pen and with notebookThis is an exercise in finding lightFrom darkened rooms as summer’s heat onlooks:A word can issue from any originAs humans find their naissance anywhereThey happen … Continue reading →

I get sad when I write; the pen tears up The page, like a stage for strict tap dancers Sweating across the boards, their black ears up With airs down like at-rest necromancers: The movement is cursive, each heel kicks … Continue reading →

Bottles, bottles, bottles all on the floor Add a fourth bottle and you have the score Two bottles of water, both primed to pour Into the parchéd mouth, sweet speech’s door: One bottle is red, two bottles are clear One … Continue reading →

Just know that sometimes failure is okay A ball that’s dropped does not shatter like glass Or explode like light to begin the day It rebounds with aplomb, and hexes pass Whether you’re late to work or missed the bus … Continue reading →