THRESHER INTO GREY (By Joseph Cavera) I arose just as any man would this day To see the waves of longevic age Dance tirelessly on Earth’s stage Crashing incessantly in a sea of gray Lieutenant’s cries were enough To wake even those residing in the sick bay To the task of tidying bunks and say Conditions never improve, […]
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I Want to Be in a Comic Book From the flashing pages of my youth, I have wanted to be in a comic book. I designed my suit, considered my powers and weapons. I imagined a damsel in distress. Even thought of my perfect lair. On my swing set, I would consider this universe of my making. I set about […]
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Ever River Prime time, swallowed whole Could the universe, just once Have poured itself into a molecule So that, thereafter, Nothing could flow? Never to suckle a broken circuit For sparking life; Never split by caesarean pangs Of primal punctures. Black hole never thinned to liquid Boiling mud foundation pustules Turning all to gas. All words now […]
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A WEEK IN MAINE The morning of my retreat is dark with clouds loaded and low. Noisy gulls see me off. So do the first raindrops. I’m heading home but I don’t feel as if I’m going anywhere, just away from some place. I’m driving on tiptoe, tell myself, no looking back, let that woman go about blonde and blue-eyed, […]
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Remnants The once proud avenues of vaunted shops now are deserted. Only the ghosts of employees past haunt the cobwebbed stores, all that remains of the departed unable to get other jobs, abandoned by their masters, unable to adapt to changing circumstances, conditioned to servitude, unfit for opportunities limited to the few capable of functioning in the Information Age.
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The Drifting-Bys I am the boy you almost lost to a stretch of long black distance found luckily, by love stronger, than time and space and procrastination & now in that love I drown I float, drift, swim and drown again for it is as a honey puddle deep, an ocean of pink passion please leave me here for […]
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The cruelty of mankind is to be blind to innocence. When the streets run red, some awaken to the pain, but others stay cold, hard. The beauty of humanity is strangled by hands fumbling with knowledge, minds refusing to open, and some see while others stay blind, ignorant. The streets behind me are covered with the dead, innocence caught in […]
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A RESTFUL MIND (By Joseph Cavera) After so many days Of laying one’s hands to work One searches the many ways That duties can be skipped and shirked At these particular times When the inside of one’s eyelids Holds the more alluring of charms Than the world around We find ourselves searching At distant grounds For a […]
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THE HAUNTED GALLERY The motion pictures gave life to those on screen Made them immortal forever looking and then acting and then talking into our eyes So much so that far from running back from the approaching train one reaches into the screen with corpulent, lustful arms, to grab the disrobed woman, now condemned, as a ghostly […]
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Melody With delicate touch through the air, she penetrates in words the hearts of all; perfume and incense that hypnotizes, her being travels in time and space. With lines of enthralling pictures, flowers raise above the cotton rag, clouds float softly across an always blue; she sings life so quietly it reaches all worlds. She needs no […]
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