sometimes
you just gotta deal.
your cards have been dealt.
now play with them.
take your shitty hand and see how it matches up
and it's okay to feel like less.
it's okay to want more.
just know that you're the only one
who can take it.

Shit Carothers we are only brothers
Do I have to wipe your stinking ass?
Come on now let go of Mothers plea
I’ll tell you straight what’s wrong with me

I am so sick of your spoilt stupid face
The way you behave is a bloody disgrace
I have spent many wasted years with you
Trying to make it so that you pull through

Come you donkey dropping let me go
I have my own life to lead you know
What of the family ties we have made
They are false and have destroyed my days.

Gust gushed through windows with no glasses
Rumbling sky signaled swift changes
Blank pages rustle in mid classes
Rain and storm arrange their exchanges

Literary tyros in despair
By the absence of their teacher
Classroom blocks in bad shape, to repair
Yet, we sing about getting richer

Bare blackboards portray our state of mind
Banged empty heads will have nothing to give
We watch the clock tick on, as hours wind
Bracing unread volumes with a heave

There was chaos in my sleep,
in the blackness of my sleep
but they said I was not dreaming,
only sleeping,
only dying,
on and on the river flowed,
a raven flying by the shore.

The moon shine lit the water's face,
as often as he kissed the rocks
where for a time
my dreams lay dashed,
and swam with flotsam
from my cog.

Why am I here? I asked the bird,
that demon bird,
that corvine sprite,

He landed on a jutting rock
and in his priestly prayer

Raising ecstasy....

Let me be young again...
in the summer of my life...
in bikinis or without..
in seas wide and deep
and you will feel the rods inside out...
as you will nod
and in ecstasy...
rebound only
if I could turn back the key...
the lock could open easily...
if you were as exotic
too...

new wave poetry

well the same mind coughs so very often...very often
some music flows in some ears
while for else it’s a cause of tears,

You will visit
the
ball
where everyone's faces
will be covered with masks
and I won't be able to find
you.

My face too will be
underneath the mask
and someone else
will find
me.

After,
on my way to home
I discover the masks,

you're a ghost
I'm a liar.

At home
I take my clothes off.
I'm standing in front of god,
there's a mirror in front of
me,

dead as matter
alive as process

both indestructible.

waking up was an effort
a struggle of the senses
with a reach to my phone
I found it was mid afternoon
I thought what the hell?

next to me was a glass
clouded and half full
like my memory,
I stretched my thoughts
but only flashes and
glimpses came back to me

it had started well,
quiet drinks
bourbon and Cowgirls,
then Father O’Leary’s
with a dash
of Green Ginger wine
Tia Maria was there somewhere
and it all crept up and bit my ass
erasing parts of the night

spacial
lows

the seperate
apex
like a soulful fulcrum
under stress

the delicate
music
of this flex

calling
in its voice
of wavelength

the saturation depths
alight

If I was a comfort
in the feilds of snow
the scatter
of that haze

it was buried
drawn fast
beneath
the fury

lost chaste post
to the new age
orders
tucked neat

falling like the
orchid cold
fast of evening

a ghost of
colour

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frigid water
waves rocking
feeling the rhythm.
moving with the moon, distorting gravity
the oceans echo in my ears
forever crashing, endless heart beat.

the horizon swallowing sunset
swept away by the Pacific's,
icy November waters.
seagulls casting shadows on my skin
angels of death above
fluttering sunlight.

my lungs beckoning,
the salty waters.
this my baptism,
as well as my icy grave
ships and boats just passers by,
myself frozen in time