Nitro Blues & Them II

In keeping with World Poetry Month, I am going to step back in time to when I wrote bundles of poetry as a way to express that which I had no other means. To say what I could in a way that almost made sense. One that allowed for the momentary pushing of the elusive “Escape” button…Circa 1998 or so –

– Nitro Blues

My feelings are like that of a flower dipped

in liquid nitrogen

So please – tread lightly

My heart – like the carnival ferris wheel

Giving a ride or comfort to those

who need it most – even if it is I

My ego

Like a plate glass window

Waiting for flying baseball

to hit…

My soul, however steadfastly stands

To be there

If, when – ever…

This sounds like you.

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Them II

The transit rails carry – the frail

And the strong willed

The powerful & mysteriously loud

On the naked cliff

The young restless contemplates his time

As the fire slowly wanes into a wailing hiss

His place has been found

Moving, still –

Has trapped him in fear