By: Lawrence Ferlinghetti Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late is a kind of carpenter from some square-type place like Galilee and he starts wailing and claiming he is hip to …
Nails left unflush to the rotting wood. Trees of autumn, winter’s grove, cozy hidden cove. An old stump, tattered wood, snow covered and frost bitten, remnants of tears and years gone past. An old shanty stands alone. Peeling paint, the …
The cackling sails on broad masts, Snap like such thin twine. Shadowy haunts of an oceanic past Rock my world, Like the sea, In slow time. – The watery waves of the sea, Basin of bitter salt brew, Toss me …
The glow of summer starts to slip away and darkness comes in to collect its debt; take the sun and swallow up its pride and sink it in a sea of discontent. Light is snubbed like candles in a storm …
