Where not to Go from Here
by Thomas K July 23rd, 2008 - Poetry »
If I saw
and were content with seeing
I would no longer care to look
and would confine myself to being
Abstract freeform poems that may not be good or understandable, but might yet be enjoyed in another way.
by Thomas K July 23rd, 2008 - Poetry »
If I saw
and were content with seeing
I would no longer care to look
and would confine myself to being
by Thomas K June 5th, 2008 - Poetry »
Plaid White Laminate Lard
Typecast in textbooks
A silky circular creamy scar
Turn the fire on
Turn the fire on
Turn the fire on
Orange fuzzy partitions
Dividing departments
The precipice tipped off
A tick to a tick
Words take their form
A memorial
carved into
Our Plaid White Laminate Lard
by Thomas K March 27th, 2008 - Poetry »
From the highest hill…lies the valley. For all you can see…the sea is still vast. And yet the question remains: where was it that you stepped last? Long and hard—the die long cast—you’ve traveled many lands, wore all the shades of grey, and although the creator you are, it still remains as much a mystery to this very day. All the stories, fictions and fables carried out, have left you a man without. My son, what advice can I give you? Look about.
I know in the past I have often encouraged your gaze to the skies, the clouds, the wind, your eyes, and all mixed as one you’ve tried, but today such effort will claim no prize. And so, will yourself back down to your most recent reality. You are there, leaning [...]
by Thomas K January 15th, 2008 - Poetry »
Eyes
Closed
When Open
Eyes
Absent
When Closed
Eyes
Side
Ways
When Sleeping
Eyes
Wide
Still Sleeping
He’s been in the slow death
Divining
Magnificence