In the interest of posting something I’ve decided to stray from screenwriting and film-related stuff a little bit. Or, a lot. Here are a few short poems. They’re not new, but this is the first time they’ve seen the light of day! Which would make them as pale as I am…
Ghost Town
It is half night;
A half-moon half hides
In partial cloud
And half the stars are out.
Old half-men half watch
The half-light fade,
Half-lost in half the memories
Of half-lived lives.
Boys
Strapping and strutting
Making noise about nothing
Harsh noises, base nothings
Boys.
Sticks and stones and
The rockets’ red glare
Worlds filled with targets and
Toys.
The Poet
Hold me, my love, I’ve sung all day
And emptied myself too much
What’s left is me:
Solid, weighty, graceless
A trumpeter albatross
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