"plyed" poems
We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf,
our ships skimming the water with ease,
we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities,
we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard,
All for what?
We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
the moon it hides
behind the high rises
of this noise
bumps and grime
he probably knows
the evenings of the souls
getting plyed home
to their pigeon holes
for when he retires at dawn
they start again with vigour
dreaming of better days
they race without a trigger
hypnotized they seem
this rat race has no pity
careful not to blink here
this is maximum city
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
I got to work this morning
and darned the sock
I was wearing.
Pulled weeds.
Talked to some folks
about foodways
on the Kentucky frontier.
Started a fire
and cooked
dandelion fritters.
Pulled more weeds.
Plyed some yarn.
And drove home in the rain.
Ready for my days off.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC