Messianic me.
The chosen one.
Billboard’s in the sea.
Backlight sun.
My words burst out like bulbs and flowers
flourishing eternally.
I have a name card, a director’s chair, a diary full of appointment hours.
I’m beyond any votes cast democratically.
Mucking about but back down to earth.
Lego kids like lords building cut price cheap pressies.
They got their gods in the sales in Januaries.
You’d better believe it from birth.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
The Taxi When I go away from youThe world beats deadLike a slackened drum.I call out for you against the jutted starsAnd shout into the ridges of the wind.Streets coming fast,One after the other,Wedge you away from me,And the lamps of the city prick my eyesSo that I can no longer see your face.Why should…
If you haven’t seen “Dead of Night” (1945), you’re in for a great time as David Lehman tells us in his latest “Talking Pictures” column for The American Scholar. Here’s how the post begins: Dead of Night (1945), an anthology movie with segments directed by Alberto Cavalcanti, Charles Crichton, Basil Dearden and Robert Hamer, is one of the glories of British black-and-white…
I confess the truth is every day every night every season I want to fall asleep in your lap listening to the wonderful rhythm of your heart Love isn’t blind love is all-seeing The post Love Is All-Seeing | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
Up to his neck and elbows in notebooks, scrap pieces of paper, scrawled upon serviettes and even old cardboard pub beermats. There are battlements of stacked books surrounding his oasis work desk which houses a third eye telescope he uses to survey his life backwards and in randomly selected bits and pieces. Piles of envelopes,…
…in just a few days the rumor spread of the rooms emptied of words and filled with screams. Swollen eyes. — By Emilio Zucchi, Translated by Beppe Cavatorta and Brenna Ward. I’m sitting outside on a cool mid-November evening the day after the next violence resting by a little fire I’ve started smoke mostly an…
I do not know what to regret anymore, that I cannot reach you through our memories, that an insane song cannot touch your soul, or that you reversed yourself on the other side of Life. I watched how spring drained from us and not even a curved second could see anymore the Miracle from us….
