Now, without fail, each early morning He stops inside his new cafe Suspects to see him sans forewarning Enjoying coffee every day. His presence noted, Jean-Paul ambles Towards his table, takes a gamble That his old friend will bid him sit And with a coffee talk a bit. And thus…
Go up, Parnassuss, up and flee the flood Which will destroy the light and love of art. Forget that which was lost and gird your heart To start anew in sweat and tears and blood. There was a slow stagnation where you stood And time has come to toil and…
I have been one acquainted with the night. I kissed and told, smoked and inhaled, and slept With dogs and scorned the blinding, burning light. I felt the darkness as it slowly crept In cold and ice upon me until dawn. I reveled in the company I kept. In streets…
Purpose in my work is put to rout And cast aside before I scarce begin. I wonder now what was my grievous sin That caused this torture here to come about. Incessant dripping leaves my heart in doubt As waterfalls of noise come thundering in That I am sane as…
The universe is full of matter. Black And formless and without substantial being. Years exist between the stuff of stars And time and consciousness have little meaning. Warmth and light exists each million years As light, compelled to travel, pierces space With nothing in between but unknown stuff And here…
If I must do much more than I expect, And live a life I long for but still doubt, Then how must I resist the disrespect And all the short dismissals handed out To those who look much less than what they are? How can I power through the angry…