Oct 2015
Yesterday it was night all day.
I wandered the streets naked, sweating,
throwing rocks at the moon.
I recognized a stranger who was myself.
I had nothing to say to him.
Indifference is easier in the dark.
Anyway, I'm just an anonymous passerby.
Nothing, not even the trees,
has cause to fear me.
I wandered the streets naked, sweating,
throwing rocks at the moon.
I recognized a stranger who was myself.
I had nothing to say to him.
Indifference is easier in the dark.
Anyway, I'm just an anonymous passerby.
Nothing, not even the trees,
has cause to fear me.
A short excerpt from my long poem: The Only Poem at
theonlypoem.blogspot.com.
A warning. It is endless, graphic, ******, humorous, pornographic, complicated and confusing. Takes its inspiration from Finnegan's Wake and Pound's Cantos. Try it. You will love it or hate it. Not a work for just liking and in no way complete.
theonlypoem.blogspot.com.
A warning. It is endless, graphic, ******, humorous, pornographic, complicated and confusing. Takes its inspiration from Finnegan's Wake and Pound's Cantos. Try it. You will love it or hate it. Not a work for just liking and in no way complete.
