JAZZ EVERY NIGHT TILL THE END OF THE WORLD

featured in the poetry forum December 31, 2017  :: 0 comments

Sexy saxophone you howl
to the Moon
at night
that your silver chambers
burn like a bowl
of opium weed
in the cool beyond words
in a hole
where the deep heart
of June
left itself to bleed
and soon drifted on
past witchey October
to a place where the Sun
has long since gone…

editors note:

May end never come; sun never caught. New Year welcomed, as we ought. (We welcome Sam to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

NICE GUY IN A CRUMBY TOWN

featured in the poetry forum October 20, 2017  :: 0 comments

Circumstances force me to be unpleasant
sometimes
it leads to a low ebb
…the tides of good thought recede
leaving their naked sand
full of crabs and crawly vermin

where the soul comes to bury love
…watch TV instead
of looking out toward the streets and their gardens,
stuff cigarettes and food
by the load
to manage better what vagrant daydreams
still linger
in an unconscious eye
which would see all things
as beautiful!

editors note:

When within renders none, be seen as such by association. Nice guys, all. – mh clay

FOR THE SCHOLAR WINTER’S RESTING PLACE

featured in the poetry forum August 21, 2017  :: 0 comments

Drift through Romantic and Classical
computer music
from the nearby desk top
…lying in bed
with sweat pants and tea shirt
and warmed by a heater

…go make a liaison
with that similar dream and mistress
to all sleep
with its narcotic yearnings

…go and lift up
the spirit
to those realms of Heaven
or the underworld

cozied by cracks
in that feral cave

and watch History unravel
in the back of your psychotic mind

…abstract images! with hints of gods and beasts
layer these peopled immersions
in fear
and love
and passion

layer the crowd
which has left its mark on the psyche
since childhood

…places
all sexy
and humid and decadent

…and innocent places
which warm the frightened soul
with a sense
of benign
…indifference!

editors note:

Read in the half-light of an eclipse to amplify our sense of insignificance. – mh clay