by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2018 | morphrog16, poems
SCOUTS’ “AIDE MEMOIRE” IN RHYME hair is the barometer on men’s emotional life it stays all the way to old age, death and after temple fade, shoe, surfer, tapered or bouffant hair is the barometer on men’s emotional life rockabilly, high fade with hard part and quiff...
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2018 | morphrog16, poems
Morning Walk On the macadamized pathway mind shifts to Gorgon sisters, mythology and memory brew with breath. Even in thought you hew my heart with quill of words recited with rehearsed vehemence like we used to for contests in college. One variation: that was fun....
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2018 | morphrog16, poems
Hot fat You see, my compassion’s not lost. My will holds strong Even while my soul has to Sail ceiling-high To withstand you – An altered vantage point from where I see the striped earth wire Winking at me through its insulation, See the oiled dust Carried on steam...
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2018 | morphrog16, poems
Lunar Phases In concentric circles of same spheres — two branches of two trees conjugate at the spot where the moon resides in the sky. The empty street, I imagine — carries you, the one far — in clear images beyond orientations of distorted topographies. These...
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2018 | morphrog16, poems
Labyrinth We came up from the south ………………………………………………….a tad off- course already but nothing we need fuss about, we said, we’re close enough. And even as...
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2018 | morphrog16, poems
As you ask I did go to Auschwitz. It damaged me greatly; but over a long time, a time not yet over — I wake to my old self, too often, recalling loss; I do not know what of; that time before the pain of unwanted knowledge — I suppose that is the cause....
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