Poems

I’m thinking about the Psychopath Sitting by the new laundromat Who gives a shiny little pearl To the dancing sweet girl Who walks around prancing Always at the sky glancing Who sets a cunning prank For the man sitting in the tank   Oh, how we all sing About the things to cling Like martial […]

As I was finding my way home Through the hot concrete jungle A little girl stops me To share some snack with me I gladly accept the offer We didn’t speak each other’s languages And we didn’t need to Everything that had to be said Was just right there So now I write this poem

So I keep looking at that one castle Erected in the middle of that one lake Where that one warrior showed up Before the battle of his life And the lonesome turtle came around  And gave the warrior a sword As a lucky charm for the battle  So the warrior took the turtle’s sword Went

It was just a bit past midnight As I was wandering the central streets Streets filled with pieces of broken glasses Scattered by the ones with broken lives Broken lives with memories forgotten Nameless here and there, young and old Nameless now, before and after   Past the broken glasses A young maiden gently passes