Tim's Poetic Liscense

Cold as hell,

Unmoved but rotating

Constant spinning, a most annoying flux,

Sit alone amidst throngs, quiet, and aloud,

I hate bars in the evening,

too sober, too personal, no one forgets,

the words you say,

Reality still complete,

intact with shallow remnants of the day,

true dreaming, mild drunkenness, debauchery,

those things don’t occur until

late,

11ish of the bar closes at 2,

2ish if the bar stays open until 4,

Boston’s bar scene is boring, bare-bones,

Barely any bar flys, no happy hour may be,

To blame,

You are left to ponder the earliness of

people’s lives,

If you rise at 4, eat breakfast and

are done by 11 in the morning,

when does your night begin,

Days just waking up and you are

exhausted,

Some goes with the nite owls,

though one suspects they are much more

miscreants than may at first appear.

Neuvo

Speak to me in bitter tongues, sweet silence throughout years
Revel there in moonlit madness, our eyes melt wax on unwashed floors
Tear back sweet sunlights curtains, Climb down from chairs on high,
Drink still-born mists, With broken fists, remembered alibi.
The moonlit day, the sunbroke night, a memory fades away,
With weathered sky, and drunken eye, homebound we will sway.
Oft passions prelude, presupposed,
Amid morals half-closed eye,
We kiss and laugh, and yawn and scream
enebriated lullabye.
And drunk we stumble clumsily, o’er
Who, and Where, and Why?
Ne’er pondering the reality,
our night is sailing by.

Poem that Liz and I wrote

spiral swirls twisting little blonde curls
cresting an unending crescendo, blue and fresh hay blond,
A riptide tearing nothing from out of an open hulled dingy
he’s gone away, futures past, present gone
smashed glass, broken turnstiles
A crowd once awed sits still, a single sonnet, signed sweetly sways with the waves,
salt mixing with salt, water red with sun
Kiss me softly in the moonlight, dance with me in a warm sea breeze,
take me away to the place in your eyes
As oceans tumble, crash on to shore I hope you know,
it was never me.

Goodnight

Goodnight Ed Perkins,

Apartment 34f,

Sleep soundly,

Another day,

Begins shortly,

3 AM,

Ed Perkins,

Dozes Finally,

A Fitful Rest,

Killed Himself,

Yesterday Morning,

Ed Perkins

Lays to Rest,

Unable to Cope,

Unmittigated disaster,

Do Good,

Ed Perkins,

Apartment 34f.

Sat Nite

Another Saturday nite spent silent, solemn even,

Reminiscing about long lost powers,

and people, places now mere memory, or worse regret.

Sometimes the madness creeps in slowly, and other times,

It grabs you by the neck and shakes you till you cannot let go.

Stars

The dawns light caresses blank eyes

Left dewy from nights corrections,

You Left rubbing out midnights confections,

Sleepless and tired,

Awake and wired,

Dissect me in your dreams

A fast car outruns a slow,

You seek that knowledge,

Your know that you will never know

Daydreams bleed in sunlight,

And nightmares cower at midnight blinded by the stars.

Sober

A man alone on the road,
sits alone,
sees high speed chases
Watches
A sunset sober surely an accomplishment
Time freezes,
He is free.

Bluesy

I knew me the sweetness of the near sunshine,
caused me to tremble, waiting in the transit line,
Callled to me sweet sweetness waiting until the morning sunshine
Cried me a river when the river took that love of mine,
and in the moring woke up feeeling like I as dying,
but I long to love you baby no matter if the sun shines
no matter if th sun shines