The Artist’s Winter

dust covers every key on the piano spiders have taken over the easel no one creates here anymore rain pattering window’s glass even on a sunny day the doors stay closed no one comes to knock or call newspapers stacked outside the door recall how long it has been thus a cat wanders this floor’sContinue reading “The Artist’s Winter”

It’s How (and If) You Play the Game

This isn’t my game anymore I was told to go home I kick the ball around once in a while still But I stopped playing the game They don’t want me in Unless I follow the rules And make a line for the pros But it’s not my game I’m no pro I don’t followContinue reading “It’s How (and If) You Play the Game”

Not Yet

Quit? Ha! Have I quit yet? Even when I lost my ID, and my money? When I didn’t have a home? When I was sleeping in a train yard? I didn’t have a dollar, or 18 for the ferry card-board signs and spider-bites heartbreak and assault Haven’t swam in the Atlantic or eaten a scorpionContinue reading “Not Yet”

generation lost

sons of fallen lands fathers wandered far from home drove us out to nowhere’s middle left us alone to carve our way children of a lost revolt fathers to a new hope past cannot leave us unless memory’s forgotten what if we make believe we have no past perhaps we can be the first peopleContinue reading “generation lost”