stratton wayne stclair

stratton wayne stclair May 2020

Pay to be born.
Pay to live.
Pay to die.
***** that.
No matter what
the ******* say or do,
no one owns your body,
nobody owns your soul.
They did not say Be
and it was.
We are free.

stratton wayne stclair Mar 2020

For Sale

For sale...
one bouquet of roses,
never given.

The poem is not about me or a relationship. I came across a photo of a bouquet of roses on the ground and this immediately came to mind.

stratton wayne stclair Mar 2020

Toward the Light

We are spirits of this world,
its fate and ours, inexorably bound.
Every day that passes,
we hurl faster toward the light.

stratton wayne stclair Jul 2019

We Nod

I have but a passing acquaintance
with normalcy.
Its a nod when we see each other on the streets
kind of thing.

stratton wayne stclair Jun 2019

The Instant

That moment,
when the light in her eyes
becomes a fire.

stratton wayne stclair May 2019

Right There

You know the spot.
Where the flesh
curves downward, up
and in...
Yeah, right there.

stratton wayne stclair May 2019

Later Myths

As we age,
and with distance...
Memories become dreams
and later myths.