Poems from dinner@eight

Underlying stress That I fail to address Haunts me evermore. Peeping out of pores Like unlocked doors.  Gathering below eyes As vultures in...
Seed of Time. Stem of innocence. Song and rhyme  come to be.   Then sliver the branches of vice and temptation. Corruption and combat bloom...
What can be said of the disintgrating people? The ears, the eyes, the mind goes. Ticking time Slow and slow The legs, the arms, the heart...
My poetry is a farce  through which I feign brilliance. I am of nothing, nothing remdeemable. Only triviality  constitutes my blood. That...
We grow guns.  We place them in the hands of Americans and say, "Go play." The inevitable senseless violence that follows  is succeeded by...