Preview to Poetics
Preview to the poetic collections available
(1 of 11 pages .)
Blue Collar, Loose Ties, Dirty Attire.
Blue Collar; White Eyes, White Skin, White Pearls.
Blue Collar; Blue Eyes, Blue Fever, Blue-Soul.
Green Measurements of a Prophet; Black Soul of a Martyr.
The way the light reflects off the steel.
My reflection in the still-water.
Stomping in the mud puddles.
The smell of wet Juniper and sage in the still air.
The smell of copper on my palms.
Sideways rain, dark skies overhead, missions sent from foreman's, loathe of the hatred sent from above. We are nothing but labourer's, collars struck in blue, hoping to never be struck until blue.
Eyes of hopeful blacks; we sing like the birds with wit and humor: the only way out of these corridors guarded by cassowaries.
The sky alight with doves and parchment papers, signed and doted with our names and our numbers.
Cash deposits align with our values; pussy and beer our only fond memories.
I love these boys to my death and theirs. I hope they know they're stuck not by this job nor by the machinery in which they operate, but instead by the chains of their own hearts. They want nothing more to do with life than to get by passing.