Miss Andrist

Miss Andrist isn’t famous, You rarely hear her name: She’s an accomplished general In the general field of blame. And there Miss Andrist goes to fight A war between the states; She goes to kill the infidel While its herself she hates.

Cinema of Play

This began when we began And many times we came To sit here in the cool, cool dark And light our secret flame I loved you with adventure With action and romance And in this very place we sat Whenever we’d the chance. This place is boarded up now, Maybe they’ll renovate: Like you and … Continue reading "Cinema of Play"

If You Don’t Know, I Can’t Explain It

He asked me why someone like me Would waste my time on poetry When anything I had to say I could just say the normal way As blind men cannot see the light As ostriches cannot take flight So the prosaic cannot know Why you or me is wired so.

Tristis Veritatem

And once again, we come to see The fount of human tragedy — The pride that makes us want to be The gods of our society.


Hang around here in the blogosphere And you’ll notice a thing, or two — Like you can discuss almost anything ‘Cause here, nothing’s really taboo. You can write in detail about that one bad habit Or write about sex more than rabbits can have it. Politics, faith and your first ovulation; An interesting blog would … Continue reading "Observationalia"

A Soul, Lost

Baby Dependent, powerless Reaching, grasping, hungering Satisfied in love’s embrace Child Changing Powerful, animate Reaching, grasping,┬ásearching Unhappy alone or accompanied Growing Conqueror Dominant, willful Reaching, grasping, controlling Fleeting joys of victory Winner Soulless Friendless, valueless Reaching, grasping, stealing Slowly fading, ever fading Hollow

Full Stop Period Piece

I took an elastic band. I drew dots on the band each one inch apart. I nailed one end of the band to a table. I stretched the band. The farther from the nail a dot was, the greater the distance moved. This is a property of expanding things that are constrained on one side. … Continue reading "Full Stop Period Piece"

The Albany Neglected

Here am I, where no one knows the way. I sleep in shadow through the creeping day. I think it best to not get up again And haunt once more the avenues of men. My sister lives here too, she was the first To find this place; before our bubbles burst And spent themselves, quite … Continue reading "The Albany Neglected"