When the time is right.

:)

For your sake and mine,
let the prayers drift by, Pete.
My day of rest is now an inundation.
Omnipotent can't mean I must do everything.
I don't want to hear prayers any more,
light firmaments, clothe lilies or feed birds.

A hamster on a wheel,
my motion makes the world go round
but I am only trying not to get bored,
hurling lightning at a tree, parting a cloud.
I want to go.
The last time I was on a boat
was before Ahab, before Noah--
my honeymoon, when we sailed
to that Rock Resort and Jo swam
ashore for ice; the six-wing seraphs
were in stitches when she got back
with a baggie full of water in her teeth.

I want to retire, with a party.
I want a real watch, carrot cake--
spicy, cream cheese icing, a big
Thanks For Everything
in crimson decorating gel.

Put that ledger down and look at me.
In all these years, have we talked?
Have you ever been to Cathay? Kitty Hawk?
Aren't you curious? Hey, Pete, what say
we drink some Mount Gay Frozen Daiquiris?

posted to Submit Your Poetry.

                Sonnet

      unowned     perfect
        by past     round
             and     red
        childless     drop

          to ask     tempts
     the cause     the tip
          is only     of your
         shallow     finger

       no line is     to offer
       the child     my lip
        nor sire     a taste
        of circle     of ruin

        no love     and then
         sparks     your own
nor quenches     lips
        any fire     taste

         time is     of chard
     just blood     and liver
      still to be     God
          drawn     wet and

        cut the     thin pins
pomegranate     pressed
       and see     in tailor's
      freedom     lips

      the prize     as patient as
     a thought     a mantis

Cleverly writ
16 ways to Sunday
this can be read

"kaleidoscopathillogical" posted to Submit Your Poetry 1-1-09

A Wrong Number - Submitted Jan. '09

"Transcript, Antarctica" posted to Submit Your Poetry

Looks like there's an incomplete sentence in S1 ending iwth "manure."  I like the eeriness of this.  It's really cool.

Ah, Rick, thanks for looking in. Yes, I'm just putting this together bit by bit, a lot incomplete but glad to hear there's another nut out there who likes this kind of weird! I'm gonna need you if I ever finish it and post it! -Tom

Christopher Walkin kills the Raven, I play his reading for my kids every halloween at school, love it!

That sounds just right, who's more eerie than Christopher Walken? Yeek. Tom

Thanks for visiting, Silent. I'm glad you enjoyed. The Mt. Gay was a walk down Memory Lane for me too, though my real vice during my drunken decades was the black Lemon Hart 151. Straight to the afterlife, that! -Tom

Dear Tom

Thank you
— good to have you here!
keep it coming


ciao


T

Thanks for the welcome, T. I am very happy to have found This Circle. Tom