by Danny | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetic Side
December 8, 1980 John, your soul is a beam of light shooting across the universe while down here we twist and writhe in the straight jacket of our grief will we? can we ever Imagine again?
by Danny | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetic Side
Discarded a maple chair lies abandoned by the curbside tilting in the rain. Its two good legs dig into the mud like a wounded man struggling to rise It longs to be upright it was once the backbone of hearth and home now it sits forgotten discarded as...
by Danny | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetic Side
the huge oak extends its branches over the pool the dappled light wiggles on the rippling water a lizard makes a dash up the exposed surface of the angled trunk to reach safety and sustenance in the leafy canopy high above a hawk is...
by Danny | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetic Side
a pair of running shoes arrive in the mail I try them on for size old tired feet feel coddled by the glove like fit pacing the room I feel free to indulge my bipedal dreams I am the wind I am the fleet- footed messenger for a brief moment I almost believe I can outrun...
by Danny | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetic Side
the dig purging paper getting rid of stuff heartlessly tossing decades of flotsam and jetsam it’s a melancholy business cards, letters, mementos – reminders of the people I’ve fallen out of touch with the names I can no longer put a face to some...
by Danny | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetic Side
cynicism sits on the table like a tall whiskey sour the cool frosty glass tempts me to drink its poison ‘bottoms up, bro, the world is fucked!’ why care? why bother?’ but I can’t see myself as the iconoclast in the corner who mutters empty...
