"ragpicker" poems
Waiting on the bone collector
to come collect the pieces I left her.
The pieces of bone from this ragpicker
She grinds them for her white gunpowder.
To shoot me up
or shoot me down
when that bone collector comes to town.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
Breathing in the shadow was his destiny;
Yet he walked on the street pleasantly.
Little feet embraced the scorching asphalt;
Yet he walked on the street without a halt.
Skinny arms struggling to move his sack;
Yet he walked without turning back.
Belly crying for a roti and some water;
Yet he walked like those didn’t matter.
He knew he had to fulfill his concern;
A duty to survive and somehow earn…
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
I met a composer of true lies once,
Who wrote wonderfully believable lies about me,
Scented with love – or so he said.
But the wind whooshed them all
Off the table
Before I could read them over his shoulder.
Now they hang like plastic bags
On lone branches of autumnal trees.
Shredded, meaningless and unreachable
Except to a ragpicker.
Me.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
See the reasons warring
who fools fools for money then makes the king pay
that one m'y be the culprit
whence came the king thing?
I mean it did not pop full formed
into mito mom one
fining
day as a re of sun set its eye on a
particular nail hole
in the tin roof corrugated
good word, rug ated, like walked on, y'llthank?
a collective loss of soul
noticed by the few
mad men who felt some call to lie'n when
facts,
camera obscura facts, proved they saw
I saw
light bent
through a nail hole
brought the sunset to my wall
or all of it that mattered,
the part I saw...
face? No,
yeah, I could see that,
If I could see what you say you suppose
supports your pre-sense presence if it ivity
whither Grammarelyearly versions
howled as I claimed the idle words holding true
riches from the stone re
jected jeckled and hidden, lapis,
was there a gem with in and a gen with out?
Ah, he sang that line
Ragpicker evolved to Recycling Frontliner Earth day Youtube stars
what a job. Save the world...
stumbled and
lost the thread
fracture ice cracked ice mud shrunk in from
hidden edges where the weakest
or most open
imagine you are with me in the mud
bubbling old ideas settle peace
fully here fully there, the ever over
flowing where
we met.
?¿ yen yanker ****** ain't it?¿
hiero-glyphic ifs effeing ity ness. per se.
mud shrunk in from
hidden n-degree edges where the weakest
or most open bonds are loosed on earth as they are
ever
let go let be let
until he be taken, obscureference,
Bubble Bible fact' never acted as if I knew
he who letteth shall let until he be taken out of the way.
may be today. lest we forget
imagine you are with me in the mud
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Heaven hallucinates me
Heaven of the inadvertent utopia
The sacks of anonymous pleasure
Piled over the funerals of euphoria
Heaven hallucinate me
Heaven in the invisible grain of sand
In the spattering of silvery raindrops
Banging my top vacant storey
Bursting my heart as bombs
Heaven hallucinate me
When that poor ragpicker wears a smile
When gloomy darkness starves for glittering light
The warm hugs of sun
The recreation of nature
Heaven for which I dreamt for
This isn't hallucination
I'm..I'm truly in heaven..
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC