Gaslight comes through the window of my bedroom. Its incandescent hues cast a broken square upon my wall. It makes the old paint glow a faded yellow-white. I can see the moving shadow of the curtains blowing to the beat of evening breezes. Lying in my bed, I feel so much; only a child, but …
Tag Archives: Poetry
Belly In My Beast
I feel you. I stretch and reach, push forward And straight for the gut you punch, pinch, jab. I completely feel you. Once, we were in harmony. Now, you complain of my years of abuse. Feed back the pain I fed to you. Harmony went dissonant. The moment I think of our unsteady peace, You …
On TRF, TXK, ACL, IMG, MP3, and TXT
Went to the opening weekend of Texas Renaissance Festival. I give my weekend’s experience a score of 65%. Friday night sucked, saturday morning sucked, but saturday afternoon and evening made up for it mostly. I hung out with my Texarkana friend Brian. We set up camp close to this group of people from Houston and …