On the Boardwalk

Sometimes, it is misery that brings me here. I once a year declaration to a mirage so close...So near. With further toil. I know that is not the end result. Turmoil...being the Utopian lack of doubt. The salt that falls between the crack in the lines. No requiem for heat. No casket for pine. Only … Continue reading On the Boardwalk


Weir’s Beached

  Barren and bold Stone cold bone Alone soot from a sodden stove.   Shook the itch... that conclusive bitch. She felt like poison ivy with a nervous twitch.   Left by itself it could have passed, as a vacant father's vacant past.   Some beaten Beatnik, however, rode along. Placing passion with an off beat … Continue reading Weir’s Beached