Category Archives: Poems

Not again

Flood Lust The subsistence of things unseen Affords no indulgence. It is sufficient for this day but the next, we bow and scrape again. At night it turns to worm. Take me back to my satisfaction in bondage. 9/4/06


To have met myself a stranger, and found a friend

Proud to be American Do you know what you’ve done to me? You made me happier than I thought I could be All my life I’ve tried to do What you’ve done so easily You make me proud to be American You make me happy to shop at the mall I’ll sit in church and sing with you I’ll dance Read More


Why so sad?

We all children I went home to see my Mother In the quiet house. Children, twelve, had we been And children we returned. Shades of tomorrow we all Have plucking at our heels. “Look at me,” they say, each one, Young dreams, attention-starved. Constantly our shades will clamor If we regard them still. Mother watched her shades leave her And Read More


Borne out of time

Ovid Weeps for Me When first I heard your distant cry, It cut exceeding fine And loosed my heart to rise to you; But I would not let it go. How true the premonition: What’s given is ne’er regained. You stooped down to find my gate; I was faint to let you in. I never thought one so high as Read More