The sidewalk has been worn
a network,
passing squares
and papers,
1s & 0s.
The color has come out of our names
we engraved into the sidewalk
Category: POETRY
Blood Gather
Here…the account of a maiden,
the daughter of a lord.
She went out upon the Black Tar River
in quest for yellow-white square crystals,
numbing the tongue to taste.
The ferocious queen of swords
with shaking hands adds fire.
Her world burns up.
Albeit, that’s a matter for dark places,
I’m but one star and a window of water.
Love,
Love,
What a pretentious verb.
What does it really mean?
I embrace you
I sentence you.
I die of you.
My life flows with it.
With time
I’ve built dams about
Using pieces of rubble.
Such a muddy heart.
A syllable tapestry.
A man touched by the moon.
Walking on water
Drops of water splash up,
Dampen my face
As my bare feet strike the surface of the river
Heel first followed by the front pad
Bending
my toes thrust bearing me a little further
Down the cold river
As I march to the ocean.
It’s said.
My arrogant faith carries me
across these cold rushing waters of life
But honestly,
The thought of drowning with each step
Keeps me above;
For I cannot swim
Couch for Rent
I have a couch for rent.
comes with A place you can call home.
I’ll talk to you
and not judge
and sometimes
even let you sleep;
but I do need to talk to someone,
if you don’t mind.
Couch for rent.
Yea,
that’s what the sign in the window says.
I don’t ask for much.
Just someone to listen
and help me eat the food
and drink the beer in the frig.
Smyon-Pa 