***NOTE: I have deleted a lot of my poems because I've been editing and preparing them for submission to the literary markets and editors in general want 'unpublished' pieces. Also I have noted a few people have posted my pieces on other sites. They listed me as the author but as the piece is on the internet it makes it hard to get it published by the literary markets. I appreciate the gesture (for they were posted with good intent) and usually I wouldn't mind, but please check with me first if you care to post something of mine (thank you). |
It is the last
warm day of autumn...
I'll stare at the sunset
until my eyes turn black...
Alone in a room
with a deja-view...
When we have become
migratory birds, blind lemmings...
The past is consuming my future,
it eclipses my present in hollow spaces...
Laying there in fading summer jazz sunlight,
it seems your floor is a meadow...
Heavier today than yesterday
but not as light as I dream...
It is time to celebrate
the renaissance of corn and...
Peaceful days of languor grow short as
tattered scarecrows gaurd barren fields of...
Absence makes the heart go wander,
as if falling, falling...
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