Fog Bound (poem)

    Fog Bound   The short life of an early riser A trawler…sort of that Resigned to his smokes and mists His captive’s steps delay the epitaph And every, of his days, has him by the throat From a pipe he puffs as one would etch In the present tongue A messenger’s dry-leafed plea […]

Fall Sick (poem)

    Fall Sick   Unlikely partners, the woman who owns the teacup shop and her neighbor Moses Harry the cronut baker Night and day, for contrast, these inquisitive elders At the seat of government, on someone’s behalf (a background billionaire?) corruption runs rife So it seems, for the murder rate, in an unvisited burg […]

Storms and Fires: First Allied Forces

    The Folly Allied Forces         Storms and Fires   The hearth, riddled so, complains The host has taken on a task he might have seen was never to be ledgered done Business as usual, for a time…? I don’t know, he answers the airless remark of the guest, That I […]

Flame (poem)

    Flame   You’re old You’re a tactic with a history purloined memory you tried and applied On the word of a bombast, his nazi*ish ploy it makes the town flame wonder what propagation popped the hinges, and whether here, in this place, a type too coincident gathered, for reasons the investigation hasn’t chaffed […]

Switch (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Aug 2020 in Art, Poems

    Switch   your living was got by pleasing cats unthreading shoestrings of thin cord and leather letting stains that mark deliberations dashed in on places of established quality boundaries where the departed show no signs of rising, stains be left in service to an outreaching new dynamic where the human way, so faulty […]

Push (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Aug 2020 in Art, Poems

    Push   Fashioned as a closet with a window and shelves in the lower third unmounted A superman-booth made for withdrawing A nook with a desk and chair arrangement for the filling out of questionnaires unsuspected occupation for retired clerics A keyhole in the wall for peering The vista peered upon a garden […]

Eight: Self-Control (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 5 Aug 2020 in Art, Poems

    Self-Control   We enter the scene at an awkward moment pending the interview where the two where alive to tell the other’s fate he shuffles a windowed passage talking over under breath, his listening mind hears sound of words his warning mind the rendering of account the relations come the mythic ancient in […]

Eight: Duty (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 29 Jul 2020 in Art, Poems

    Duty   “He is lauded for standing by his post” “Standing by at his post…” “Hmm…yes. Why say it? Are you happier about all this, for picking nits?” “Well, close by. Nearby. Remaining, anyway, as duty required. We might find…” “Might find…evidences, do you mean? Perhaps you aren’t fit for the work.” “You […]

Eight: Honor (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 22 Jul 2020 in Art, Poems

    Honor   First no one gets blamed, no one can You have honor enough to shoulder the gross mistakes of humankind You embody discarded virtues No one wants to drown or burn count seconds in a broken plane Om! (sob) Om! (sob) Om!…wait hemmed in by traffic The tsunami wave, the nuclear cloud […]

Eight: Enemies (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 17 Jul 2020 in Art, Poems

    Enemies   The way I fall in step is oldest news But don’t ask me, the goods I got, it’s on authority I could quote you the bible…or, how bout? Tell you this, a little fairy story I know you want sympathy, they all do But you listen to me You don’t have […]