Tag: Poetry

My fellow Americans, we have fucked up. We killed the American Dream, stabbing it mercilessly with steely knives in dark damp alleys and gleaming boardrooms until it screamed gurgling nastily as its lungs...

The snow falls wet and heavy On lands that do not know it well As if to remind us of its power “Fly you fools, this is...

Perfection is not possible, only attempts to achieve, To even try requires that we have to believe In the possibility of reaching success, But failure is inherent,...

One of the benefits of Hedonism That goes unremarked by square and scold Is that it tends toward remaking Casts new metal in new mold And takes the...

I remember that you drank your forties cold In the dead of winter with chill-bitten bones Toes poking through soles worn and old We sat in the...

Sitting here and trying to think Amidst hipster beards and clinking drinks, Tales of dreams and lusty leers Mix mistily ​​with choking smoke and spilling beers, Why do...

James Douglas Morrison (1943-1971) was an American rock & roll icon born to a military family in Florida. Almost primal in its purity, he...

‘Twas the night before Christmas; Shreveport was quiet Walmart was closed, ending the Black Friday riot Streets were empty from downtown to South Broadmoor And Highland cats...

I would push my tongue between your fingers And taste soil and textures of knuckles and glassy Skin. I would close my eyes over your neck...