fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: November, 2011

boom

Models of gloom Find ever more room In the spaces they find In your sad twisted mind Marking the baseline And magnitude of your Doom. Bryant Park, 2011

grand prix

Giving and taking When your making Incredible ties To insatiable lies Is a faking By your narcisistic Eyes. Macau 2011

Strive

A vectored drive That keeps you alive Reverses the notion Of a directed soul motion The moment you think Your reality Is live. Kowloon 2011