Phil Hayes was murdered in a public park His killer unknown, the imperfect stranger. The police said it was gang related, All his family knows is –He’s gone He sacrificed his life for a friend, That was like him, facing danger Stopping a fight, making peace He didn’t play a hero, he was one, A […]
Left, right, left, center, the political stammer But we talk on and on and past one another Real discourse too hard in the Trump nation. Junkyard Alt-Right Dogs bark racist slogans We breathe deep, ignore the jerk at work, we Do our best to couple, dismiss the nightmare For the dream of a big house, […]
Like the silence of those who deny the truth, the silence in Death Valley Nearly denies my being– It is a dreadful void, the white silence of my sister, the moon She is alien, empty, my sorrow, the hurt The Chaste Huntress bound and tied, her mouth taped shut While her own dogs tear and […]
You begin in the twitch of conception, a long narcotic lullaby until the song vibrates in every cell and bone. We will never be rid of each other, so come, come, little ones will circle in dance striking your face with flowers I loved mocking your toothy grin they will never take your outstretched hands, […]
The cat chases its tail, the dog whimpers in sleep the heart skips a beat… It’s not a nightmare, not a movie, a TV show. Wake when you will but where will you be, in bed alone, In the den, your unknowing hand holding a gun, at your desk starting at nothing? It doesn’t matter—Looking […]
I have all the best words I use like no one else I’m a very stable poet a genius I confess, Vlad loves my poetry translated into Russian it grabs him by the poesy he’s got a covert mission. My newer stuff is best SLAM SLAM BLING BLAM make poetry great again… Losers! I wrote […]
What Chopin wanted most was to die in George Sand arms on his deathbed, all he got Was a nosegay of violets She left at his door When her daughter turned her away– People can be such shits. He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.” How did […]
I am the misconceived
Unconnected son of an ordinary woman
Who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.
My father went to war, saved the nation, came home with medals
Shell shocked head, memories he cannot tell.
Something went wrong with me.
It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows
Halloween t.p. on your house and car
I am evil behind a mask… etc. etc….
It would be a lie to say I have no sorrow for the dead I sing to them To steady heart and head. Sorrow, a boy forsaken Sleeps no doubt In the quiet of my bed He cannot be mistaken. Rising to the early light To torpor I awaken, I care for him His Sadness […]
What the hell was I thinking coming here to Hell, I keep asking myself what on Earth I’m doing here and come up with the same and different answers– Heaven The Serpent devours itself and then looks for more to eat because it is always expanding contracting Thirsty hungry restless alive… Rayn Roberts 9/25/17