THE WRITE HEMISPHERE

Hi this a small collection of poems and inspiration, he gave me so much hope and energy chi,

He made me see beyond my disabled front door my massive stroke almost killed left me paralyzed I'm

only finding memory having lost My long-term memory my children and my married childhood for 20 years, not into money etc. would you be interested in publishing, I'll send you a sample, I found so much hope in his filthy realism dirty boulevard.

 

THE PILED-UP PYRE

 

I woke to a Lou Reed

Arc around my black screen

View like a street hassle  

Between thought and expression.

 

The clock read 03:30

not like a childhood memory

on Etna drive but a mountainous

cave hill and Napoleons nose conquered.

 

I know I was there collecting wood

For the bonfire, we made a hut

In the center of the piled-up pyre

A Saracen tank ran it over.

 

Lucky the gang was out rioting

It must have been august seventy

Or seventy-one no picture comes

To mind just Lou Reads dirty boulevard.

 

Sipda bardo like a memory of my own

Through the black and blue face mask.

 

hi this a small collection of poems and inspiration, he gave me so much hope and energy chi,

He made me see beyond my disabled front door my massive stroke almost killed left me paralyzed I'm

only finding memory having lost My long-term memory my children and my married childhood for 20 years not into money etc. would you be interested in publishing, I'll send you a sample, I found so much hope in his filthy realism dirty boulevard.

 

this is not even half/