Look at me shudder, twitch,
Flick, and sputter.
I am the death throes of a dying art.
My words are the last will and testament
Of a feeble, worn out,
Bedsore ridden invalid,
Once so powerful and effective
That gods bent their ears
To the ground
To hear the shuffle of its feet.
My lineage is 50, 75,
Even a hundred years
Distant.
My family tree,
Varied in race,
But [...]
A single poem, 13 pages long, dedicated to a man misunderstood by a son.
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Joseph and I sat on the couch thinking about what we could do with my new found toy. The shipment from Dell had come in, and now a new computer was sprawled across our dining room table. While ordering it, I noticed I had some extra wiggle room with credit line so I tossed in [...]
There is a poetry night at Art Expressions. Begins at 7pm. Art Expressions is located in 301 N. Main St., Suite 2, on the corner of Main and Cedar, just North of Archer Park in the Art District of McAllen.
I will be bringing the thunder.
I have a couple of customers where I work that are at the store every single day. There is the creepy guy who wanders around and never buys anything (some claim he is a swinger trolling for conquests, but I am beginning to doubt). There is Chinese Flower Power, a little old man who always [...]
The Cap’n sits across the stern,a fishbone toothpick clutchedwithin his claw.He surveys his domain,Davey Jones’ Locker,a watery who’s who of the sea.
From Notes on a Fishbowl
To my father,
Dad to my brothers and I,
Husband to my mother,
Man of the house,
The alpha male,
The bearer of seed.
I cannot defend my actions
As my habits have overrun
Their banks
And are now a flood,
Spreading across the plain:
A lifestyle.
From afar
And next door,
You have frowned
At the cresting waves
Beating at the foundation
Of the house,
Built with your own hands,
Meant to [...]