More Oldies. Some of these go as far back as 2001.
I will say it out loud
because no one else can hear
the edgy words in the fountain
of my frothy mouth.
I’ll admit that I leaped;
moving targets never scared
the Mata-Hari of my sweaty Continue reading
sold by the gram
ground into musts
let this one go
the others will pass
amber and salt
flames in the cave
bright as a flare Continue reading
(and cross posting from Facebook CedeRed Page Notes)
Three bet using liberty of spirit
or all the residual hunger;
roaring of bellies only quietened by the chanting,
yearning for not more, not less, what’s fair,
considered inherent in faraway lands.
Unseen, unheard, tightly bound wrists; Continue reading