poetry – Page 3 – THE_BYZANTIUM

sumthings

I remember being up each day at 5 and getting the grind on like a real devotee, putting in the hours towards that beacon, finding the energy when it wasn’t there. I thought that was hard. Ha.The prayer was: help us find grace when we feel we are depleted. I had tried to secularize it.Continue reading “sumthings”

carmel makiato

5/4/23watching the drip in the automatic espresso makerforms a pool of coffee in the foam-I spin the cup a few times, a twitch-when I pull the mug off the machine, look:Two brown coffee eyes, two nostril holes:What death stare is this in my morning joe? No these days are about life-spoon stir the visage away-Continue reading “carmel makiato”

CH II: Ante Bellum Longissimum

Eddie walks into the office with a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He sees the shadow of the ten gallon hat on the wall beyond: Busto “the clown” is conducting business.

CH. I: I’m a Soul Man (Repeat 4X)

So the long and short of it when Eddie comes clean is this:
I say to him Eddie, when you lied about your mother, I mean about everything before we met, whenev-er that was, it’s just—I mean how do I know now it’s not a lie, too?