"rotator" poems
Over the clamor of the generators
The incessant roar like a hungry crowd
Your voice is lost
Dying over the sands
Wavering, beaten by Atlantic waves.
I can't hear your whisper
Over the din of foreign motors
Over the persistent pounding of
Pratt & Whitneys.
Your hellos are lost to me,
You have to scream
Over the home-bound rotator wailing
I can't hear you in the cabin
The distance is so great between
Your side of the bed
And mine
Raise your voice over the void
I've been calling to you for years
But the continued return of echos
Seem like your distant shadow
Is a mirage
You have to scream
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, ******* acronym
Cut the ******* act like you're happy, I'm ******* back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them ******* straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Rotator cuff strung across tea leaves,
Or “Spring”
Knights the Dream with
Letters conscript
To brandish, burnish sleepy drifts
With tinsel brass tunings and wit
In the key of youth
Diluted
With whiskey rye; bell jars; vermouth
The brute is
Bell’s Palsy comping white thighs
And salt air choking the night
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
World rotator broke, needs hearts inside to churn
We are stuck in the same grid.
Agony on the forefront, sign your name to the list
Cardiac arrests in a jam and sad, nowhere out.
Rush your feet, paddle your wares
Sesquicentennial views would baulk at what we do.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Rotator Cuff, Turn around and put your hands behind your back. No, your hands, not mine. It's no time to dance.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
A Reception Perception: Deception
Hi how are you so good to see you again
Do try this cheese dip we’re so going to miss
You around here you have such a gift for
Lighting up a room well golly I haven’t
Seen you in so long how are the kids doing
A grandchild really rotator cuff surgery
I remember when you first came to work here
Yes but God always has a plan you know
Has it been so long oh my time sure flies
Hi how are you so good to see you again
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
What are you doing eleven months from now?
I want to take you on a destination wedding to
the seventh circle of my
mind.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC