robert-rossWhisper

Canadian

It has comeIt has gone / sense of space / travelling along edge of mind

20

Aug 19, 2017

The MisfitIn Farmington the misfit suffers the jukebox and dances to an unknown song. He dances on the pool table. He wears black—black skull cap, black / duster, black shirt, black slacks, black boots. He's in Farmington and / the women here drink Bud Light. He dances slow. It's similar to a dance

Dec 30, 2016

HereWhen life has built a massive apparatus, you try to play melodies of comfort, but are often left with flickering images that glow dark; lending more beauty to the light of now.

3

Dec 1, 2015

RulesAs set forth / with elongated majesty / every step, every regal byte;

17

Dec 1, 2015

Unfamiliar soundLife's greatest failures / set to classical music / flares of modern

24

Sep 12, 2015

The happy marchRecollections of you / rotted flesh flashed / smirked smoke

19

Sep 7, 2015

Non-existence after the factYou were the height of existence / more high than view / a poor man's whimsical consolation

25

Jan 11, 2015

Towards the endStruggling to resurrect profound limits / muse the vision, knowing time fell / hard on shell

29

Nov 6, 2014

Unmoved by ActionYou will not find, but will know / record, not driven / of above, nor down below

32

Sep 12, 2014

Just say the wordI am a visitor in the past / heavy bass and hops / a surgeon, eyes following

73

Sep 9, 2014

Hello PoetryVoting