Metrical Verse

  • Stonybroke Farms

    Everywhere one goes, “nowheres” living rough Grave financial woes, hollow privy stuff Private (box) cars fit the bill Public rumblings, hostile will Watering seeds of mechanical hate Stifling yields of human bait Playing to lose, sure to win Toying with blues is a secretive jinn

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  • Eleventh Hour

    Grip the vine and kiss the air Mean tree-line, a passive stare A timeless herb, yellow peel Most superb, ergo I squeal Don’t mind me ~ ah simple days Tree to tree and craze to craze

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  • Hard-Wired

    A harsh smoldering ember Breathed by bleak winds mid loitering self-hate Strange fire riveting the soul ~ forgotten stands fate One scales the depths ~ marks my state

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  • The Hour of Rabble

    Whichever TV, Radio or phone Walking or driving At work and at home  In public or private Anytime, anywhere Auditory lapses akin to prayer A ‘shower of babble’ Purging the spirit begrimed by conscience Trepidation haunts the chance of tranquility To souls immersed in havers Blue funks spell true drunks spell blue funks…

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  • Checkmate

    An open book Raw fusty air Dare not look Or even stare Living rough No way to go Wherefore much stuff? No way to know Dingy socks Soiled drawers Uncivil blocks Cruel outdoors

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  • Be Still and Die

    Listen close Hear Satan laugh Lethal dose Crippling staff On and on So, it goes Dusk to dawn Fatal blows Quiet still Not my war Cannot kill Anymore

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  • Watching Over

    Scorned by deception Ridiculed by hate Everything to no one Ordained in state Curse hangs on Length of days Faithful shadow Spirit ablaze Moving the earth Resting sights Mortal blows Angelic lights

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  • Walking the Cog

    Pet phones and trivial dogs Held by drones, led by cogs Lost in space without a doubt This human race is flaming out In the mass, in the main Crystal glass where minds lie slain

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  • Publicly I yearn to flee Whitey’s face e’er haunting me Shuffling all along, toward the bank, I trek Reparations, gub-mint check Shameless clown, without a doubt (I may be brown, but I’m not out) Bondage yore, late ethnic craze Weeping sore in present daze.

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  • Fallen Angel Dust

    Shooting demon touch Nonstop over land Roguish vibrant lust Satan’s magic band Jabbing fatal lees Constant eerie ploy Errant lifeless ease Playful mindless joy Stabbing toxic nail Endless awful links Fragile psyches pale Spooky wicked jinx Pricking lethal shaft Eternal blighted wraith Wayward ancient craft Spectral covert faith Piercing deadly waves Boundless, trusty ghouls Rowdy…

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