I had a few of my poems
Published in an Australian
Student project underground
Art-paper in '97.
One of my Melbourne High School
Teachers said he felt I had
*One foot in Rumi's world,
The other in Bukowski's.*
-
i could either be
a drunken genious
at the track
not winning
yet certainly
drinking
my health
borderline
euthanized
and writing to sustain it.
the magic and
honor in not
being an honored
magician.
-
But the sun-warmth within her palm
Makes everything she lays it upon
Feel as if kitten's belly-
Soft and as inviting to love as the
Newest-born infant on Earth
With her touch.
All is Day.
I need her too much to find sleep.
-
**** I do love them both.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
I had a few of my poems
Published in an Australian
Student project underground
Art-paper in '97.
One of my Melbourne High School
Teachers said he felt I had
*One foot in Rumi's world,
The other in Bukowski's.*
-
i could either be
a drunken genious
at the track
not winning
yet certainly
drinking
my health
borderline
euthanized
and writing to sustain it.
the magic and
honor in not
being an honored
magician.
-
But the sun-warmth within her palm
Makes everything she lays it upon
Feel as if kitten's belly-
Soft and as inviting to love as the
Newest-born infant on Earth
With her touch.
All is Day.
I need her too much to find sleep.
-
**** I do love them both.
