I hope to continue this blog for many years to come. I plan on using this space to share my thoughts and creative outputs (especially my poetry).
Ezra Prior and I collaborated on the following poems in one of our "Midnight Poetry Sessions." If you haven't checked out Ezra's work, you should totally do so! He has a self-published book of poems entitled "At the Nowhere Cafe."
-Swill-
The blind utterances
of a thousand drunken fools,
Standing edgewise
over the latter half of time,
Wanting to know less
of truth and more of love,
Washing the swill of
last night’s kisses away with brandy.
They kick burnt stubs
of cigarettes into gutters,
And walk to bleed the
cold out of their bones,
Past farmyards and
towering skyscrapers,
Under the sky which
gazes on, sunset optimistic pink,
Overshadowed by
night’s shift into unwarranted loss.
I’m gonna break that
clock if it doesn’t stop ticking
Time steps in delicate
rhythm on the face of promises made
Rippling sails of the
wind tear through the park
Robbing children of their scarves
Who knows from where
it all came?
It meaning the
cavalcade of incensed battlers, their snippets of orbs,
Or whatever shape it
had formed in its rage
Upholstering the
record halls with skeletal gestures,
The whistle of trains
on stereophonic sound system,
The crowd absolutely
numb to it all,
Except for your
pointing finger, leading the way
Towards absolute
mystery and cavernous filth
At late night hours
when no one’s there to see
Us engage in such
forlorn fornication
