Forgotten Corners
I have no whores no cigarrette butts no subway graffitti no gutsy New York or Chicago poem no Buk no pound of flesh no whores in doorways no nights spent scratching my stubble while streets are lined with derelict lives. no dirty plates just the quiet of solitude the purpose of doing nothing on purpose no whores in doorways no grit just a cat asleep and that dear is enough david michael jackson 2012 We love Summer’s site. Here is a recent addition music poem Here is the latest on cloud poems and new abstract artwork cloud poem is an old favorite Forgotten corners hideaways like the forgotten corners of a keyboard, the feeling of the keys the fingers now flying click click spacebar click like time ticking these words away silently almost silent almost not there at all these words these poems always in the night always alone with the day so what to say this day this day this day this insignificant day this most important day silence like a brake like a wake like this poem falling falling into nothingness I am falling falling into nothingness from almost nothing to nothing not existing at all or there like a stone in the river being swept along by the water The water flows over me and I am cleansed and cold |
The last poem was old man in a wet month in a silent room sitting in a chair. The next poem is Just Start Poem
