Out west, we get our sunlight second hand, / when the East has settled the business of the day.
(poetry)
Category: Poetry
The last traces / of what I have lived, / of what I have loved, / are vanishing at the mercy of the wind.
(poetry)
You did not talk politics, except / to tell me we were being watched.
(poetry)
Weird fantastic beings of a / Super-intelligence. Ruling a race of synthetic humans / and pitting them against mankind’s dream.
(poetry)
in soft squares, you try to neglect / your worries and shut down / the war-voices.
(poetry)
Each day the quick kick of the dream / empties another body / and the ghosts move through unkempt streets / named Lincoln and Delaware.
(poetry)
they are the ones not allowed the roles except / maids and gardeners and gangsters and prisoners.
(poetry)
at recess the innocent school / children play and gambol in / pure non-denominational play
(poetry)
from their beacon hands / glow worldwide welcomes and a thousand smiles.
(poetry)
I dreamed the sun, very low, / painting me a mustache of sweat and coal. (poetry)
