Poems of a Free Man

I look for that lost time of green shirts, body odor and fishing caps on the lake in spring May - when i'm ready to live again and beer drunk from cans fish scaled with spoons, yellow guts and old 1974 film haziness provides my eyes to the world.... then cocktails and wrist watches that aren't... Sign in to see full entry.

Great ribbon of toilet paper dancing above the road in the night Bouyed by whooshing cars Glowing ghostlike in my headlights. Toilet paper hangs over my head, Fluttering angel of utilitarian beauty; My thoughts are finished and ready to be wiped clean. Sign in to see full entry.

Green in vast expanses Is a sheet Stretched across my memory of hills and bottomland filled with tobacco sprung from the dirt holding onto Indian rocks waiting to reveal the ages of the world to the curiosity Of a young hand Sign in to see full entry.

Holding out hope against all hope We become the bumbling idiot who talks to angels on the side of the street and smiles at conversations that never took place Sign in to see full entry.

The summer flower of our love Chills in autumn's refridgerator. The phloem turns to jelly that won't decay; The petals stiffen in fixed preservation, Growing cooler, cooler, cooling down Until the flower freezes in frosty memory Of summer flowers crumpled under silent snow That began falling in... Sign in to see full entry.

Most poets write silly shit, appeasing their tortured souls Free verse devoid of goodness but full of heart: happy rhymes, crying agony, miserable filth an inner child shits on paper diapers. I write and wonder Will I be the old man describing a great friend Or the dead man of whom acquaintances... Sign in to see full entry.