Day upon day the rain gray not easingRoads submerged sheep, pigs and cattle were drownedThe river claimed where wheat once ruled the groundWe watched the water our hearts were freezingAscend the cellar stairs air decreasingWind on the walls, rage on the roof that soundSaid you’re going down dark never be foundI blessed myself knelt and … Read More

It’s not that dark before the dawn It’s not that dark before the dawnAstaire and Rogers could not dance I will not miss you when you’re gone Mozart’s life went on and onThere’s not a decent bakery  in FranceIt’s not that dark before the dawn My yard is greener than your lawnDonald Trump never rantsI will … Read More

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” Scout, To Kill a Mockingbird One does not love breathing It is simply done One does not love evening It is simply setting sun One does not love cooking It is simply the next meal One does not … Read More

In Beatle boots, we walked tallNew recruits to John and PaulRingo George Twist and ShoutNo one more Fab Four devout Ably armed with crazy coolAn Iowa farm in LiverpoolAn angry mother gave us a thrill“You and your brother…” we knew the drill  Yeah Yeah Yeah Heals high high school hallsCould not deny we had ballsThis … Read More

He had a gift for melody, boyish voiceBut sometimes it was hell to be himHis mental health could leave him no choiceBut to go dark and stay within Schizophrenic and manic depressedWithout art he could not get throughHe wrote and drew like someone possessedWhich was quite often true Don’t play cards with SatanHe’ll deal you … Read More

Matthew Wong  1984-2019 Tourettes, depressionHe spoke of the presence The devil dusk to dawn His left us a confessionHis art distilled an essenceOf why we can’t go on A theme oft returning One figure barely thereA landscape vivid vast Melancholy yearningPalette as prayerLoneliness will last Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of … Read More

Kink can refer to outrageous sex Acts, photos and texts But as we age We reach a stage When it’s just a pain in our necks Speaking of kinks their sound was new “Tired of Waiting For You” They took the stage When I came of age When youth would never be through Speaking of … Read More

If life is so short why are nights so long? Must be that relativity theory I think at times I’m doing life wrong I have an illusion that i’m being strong I don’t let anyone near me If life is so short why are nights so long? There is no tribe to which I belong … Read More