Roan Writes Poetry...

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Thursday, November 20, 2003

AUTUMN HOLOCAUST Michigan winds blow gray with November frost. Raking twisted, browning leaves into dead piles, Mass graves heaped with thousands of bodies, They are dead. Frozen. Dead. Biting gusts from sapped Canadian williwaws stir them. They rustle noisily, scrapping roughly in swirls on the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

LOBOTOMIZED LIBIDO Please don't want me when you're drunk. Your inept fingers, like a cold marriage, Touch everything wrong. The sour breath from your lungs casting off Poison is like acid rain on my heart. It is sickening sweet like rotting meat And I want to turn away. Your knowledge of my body... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 16, 2003

Roan Checks out His Feet

SHORT COUPLETS It's very hard to work in form Expressing thoughts this way is torn. As I begin to practice more I find the limits crack forlorn. From cutting figures carefully The subtle enters poetry. My fingers moving through the scales The iambs flow with less travail. Occasionally break with... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 15, 2003

RAPE Aggressive sharp form. Winged menace. Hornets. Yellow jackets. Wasps. Surely such a weapon should not have been entrusted To such a tiny mind; To such a hateful little mind. The black searing wings attack Flashing at my throat with A deep primal vibration. Stinger! My neck! Stinger! My back!... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

FLIGHT Looking down Mexico Street in Southeast Denver, I could see the eastern face of the Rockies...I always knew which way was west. The skies over Denver were deeper blue than other places because the atmosphere was so thin in the mile-high city. Sky met mountains like jagged Venetian glass and... Sign in to see full entry.

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