Poems from Patrick B. Maxwell
Sancti et Immaculatiby
Patrick B. Maxwell
My unjustified complaint,
bouqueted by His Mother's hand.
Regally presented on my behalf.
He...
Lost One
Lost now, speak gently of thy soul.., I will.
For Love's great lot has cast thee there.
Amongst the elementals, lost.
Pray...
Personal Prayer
I whistle when I speak, but only to myself.
I sing loud, joyous hymns, beneath my collar.
I find the secret door, left...
Transgender
You laugh, and your dignity slips away.
You drunken clown.
Your serious sobriety, an absurdity.
Your manliness, a memory.
...
Angels Dance
Lost upon the summer's eve,
I see the angels hover there.
Amongst the amorous dancer's step,
the poet's word, their fare...