Tag Archives: Poems
I was so busy doing somethings Big blue rolly somethings Little orange crinkly somethings Somethings left hanging on the line Somethings buried under old piles of newspaper A something that burned up like a candle, leaving a smell like incense … Continue reading
It was Friday night this Thursday morning And I partied in the sun as the rain fell down It felt so good to be next to you as I drove alone I cried to know I’d lost you, but my cheeks … Continue reading
Hey You don’t know me, but, uh I served with your son And I know how much pain you’re going through right now But I just want you to know The only reason I’m alive today Is because your son … Continue reading
All great art comes from suffering, from the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh to Britainy McMurphy-Morris Jones’ haunting poem Why Don’t These Jeans Fit They Fit In The Store So Why Don’t They Fit Now Why Don’t They Fit. So as … Continue reading
The door looks secure But the lock latch lies loose Barring entrance only to mosquitoes and the timid Security comes courtesy of a wooden pole A rigid rod readily rammed Between the glass door and fiberglass frame It lies inclined at 28 … Continue reading
What God could make a woman so? And say, ’tis not good for man to be alone She bit the Eden’s apple of my heart And leaves me now forever wandering.
If the prose gets up your nose And you sputter like a hose You must take off all your clothes And compose a little verse If your nurse says things are worse And your health can’t be reversed Quick, before you’re in … Continue reading