Low End Poetry

I used to have a different face  and a given name Now I'm just a tag to blame I was a friend, a lover and a parent Accused and hunted down By the b...

Where are the peace of mind And the calm Are they hidden in a paragraph Written on a page of a secret book Or maybe in a verse or chorus Of a rock ...

It's quarter to 9 on the HillIt already feels like 100 degreesAtwells is at its finest:Quiet, only a few cars comingThe birds are chirping happilyb...

Today Christine stopped byWith her name tattooedIn blackletters on her chestBetween her breasts and her chinjust above the sternumShe tells me she ...

I'm laying on my bedWith my legs up and my head down listening to AhabI feel I must be the closest thing To a giant sleeping batlazy but always cur...

New York, Manhattan, 6th Avenue Apartment 6. It's the sixth floorYou told her that on the first callNow, it's only a matter of whenShe'll come knoc...

Her parents named her Gwyneth Among her sisters, she was the seventh She is too old now to hold her breath But she still wants out of the hospice b...

The Pitfall of when I'm in love and I'm no longer twenty six I'm tired of the monsters and the beasts So please, I beg you Bring me back to when ...

In a dark winter nightFrom the port of HamburgTo the streets of BerlinA tall figure roamsshape shifting through theMist and the fogHis fast footste...

Slowly rising, like liesMy consternation Surfaces over time They take, without asking what once was mineSpreading like the thoughts I try to confin...

Trying to compensate forWhat time and distance takeInebriated I seek the rewardThat validates IntoxicatedBy your open mindYour spiritThe strength y...

I'm at the cemetery Trying to find some solace longing to hear without fear No matter the cost From those I've lost I know their names I like to re...