Tag Archives: iambic

We are the Numb


Come follow me into the wooded hills

Away from all the jargon, nonsense, noise

And re-use old forgotten paths with me

Past beer cans, past junk food wrappers, past gum,

Past dead cigarette butts that could have sparked

A fire here where lightning needs no help:

The forest outskirts are dry—dry as sex Continue reading


My memory tends a garden plot,

But somehow sunflowers fail to grow.

The rose, of course, is everywhere: Continue reading

Lightning Hunter


I captured lightning after years

Of trying—pulled the trigger when

Nothing was in my sight but fears:

The wandering fear suspended in black night,

The fear of women, fear of men,

The fear of failure, fear that fate

Had wanted clockwise circles then

When I instead passed right.

So I in darkness hoped the gate

Of gods retired from careers

Of rage would not unlock too late.

They turned the key—gave me this light.


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