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
Single Slice of Cheese 