Low End Poetry

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...

How I missThe peace and the quietAll that moves silentlyIn the vast seasSuspendedNavigatingFlapping finsHiding in crevicesAnd finding homesIn aband...

I thought you were  from a bygone era Carrying yourself  Like you cared Hair neatly combed  Meticulously tinted black Slick like a Cadillac bare ch...

Jaundice JanisShe's a ghostWho says helloEvery dayBefore going inTo silence the painThat's been eatingHer awayShe gets a few nipsAt the store andA ...

Another sunny dayFast turned grayFiltering, bufferingCan't see much throughA very annoying glareReflecting, wonderingStanding, I am watchingA slow ...