In the genre of recounting horrors There’s nothing sacred in invention. Though corny, gory, trite, or tasteless, The sell-out beats the solemn mention Of those unlucky rendezvous The storyteller knows are true And are of our own dimension. When first I spoke my story, as a salesman, The intention capped at provocation, For conversations persuading … Continue reading The Haunted Man
Tag: narrative poem
Daniel Up At Night
Daniel expected to be murdered someday. It happened to half of the characters in the movies And at least one person per episode on TV. As Daniel explored more chapter books during his class’s “silent reading time,” He found that some character always died at some point. After school, those books rarely made it out … Continue reading Daniel Up At Night
Daniel Walking Alone
Daniel took a walk everyday because playing in his room became lonely. He wove from the east end of town to the south, From the north end of town to the west, Wearing blue jeans in the summer Because his only shorts were too large and had no pockets, And in shorts, the socks he … Continue reading Daniel Walking Alone
Daniel of Corsica
Daniel was a quiet boy, because talking got him hurt. He knew how much the teachers hated to hear him speak. He spoke at the wrong times. He spoke at the wrong volume. He spoke to the wrong people. He spoke of the wrong things. Daniel scribbled and scratched and filled his notebooks. “Look at … Continue reading Daniel of Corsica
Earl at the Far Side of Space
Past home and shore and sea and stars Beyond our hope of owning Mars, Past planetary fashioned forms Where stars are cold and ice is warm, There lives someone whose name is Earl. Earl is not man. Earl is not girl. Earl is not light and is not sound But large enough to strip both … Continue reading Earl at the Far Side of Space
“Julia” – Day 26 of National Poetry Month
I met Julia while drinking my feelings On the handicap ramp near the street. We liked the same beer. She bummed me a cigarette Or three by the end. She hated the crowds. I hated her jacket. She picked on the t-shirt I wore. We both noticed this guy inside stumbling over himself. Neither of … Continue reading “Julia” – Day 26 of National Poetry Month
