No, these aren't randomly created poems (that is another page). This is a random grab from a selection of poems, mostly by myself, but with some inclusions from other folks: friends who write; friends who used to write; writers who are obscure-but-meaningful-to-me; famous writers. One advantage of this format is that, when there are variations of a poem that I haven't settled upon, I can include them all and let people give me feedback as to what they think.
[22 jan 1989]
my eyes as raisins
(wrinkled and tasty and opaque)
they fail to show me
what i need
to see.
my ears only hear the
detonation of bombs,
the cries of the poor
and dying.
I smell only the decay
of our world and culture
with my nose - a useless vent.
all i taste is the
acrid, ashen flavour
of death and stupidity.
I would love to feel
the silk of Love,
the heat of Emotion,
yet
my touch only detects
the cold sandpaper of
harsh reality.
when you laugh
and smile
at me,
I find a moment's solace...
Atlas' burden lifted from
my shoulders
by the touch
of your
warm
hand.
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