what was killed by rome

she wakes
with egypt painted
around her eyes

the footprints of deep cleveland
tread lovingly upon her pages

anguish the opium of the living
in dying rust belt towns

children crying for the burning fields of gold
eyes searching for dead mother industry

he had come close
standing before her in the night
as she chanted
with her book of incantations
magic to coax a serpent up the spine
leather bag carried
from the city of the queen

art brought forth to revive
what was killed by rome

“My darling you were a mortician, but now you are a resurrectionist…”

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

exit 229, just off I-80

i burned the tainted toys
who inhabited
the sick room
of our children

my hands
tore to shreds
the print of picasso’s
as the clash played spanish bombs

i no longer care to remember the war

all the dead tea bags
are in wednesday night’s garbage

the european coffee cans
became coffins for pets
buried in the ground

all that remains of us
is the occasional wince
of lingering poetry

i’m traveling north
to perform at a university
in our
half way point city

but no matter
screaming signals
broadcast through white noise

i won’t

be making a right