Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
Posts Tagged "poem"
Filling Station
Oh, but it is dirty!
-this little filling station,
oil-soaked, oil-permeated
to a disturbing, over-all
black translucency.
Be careful with that match!
September Tomatoes
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
What You Have to Get Over
Stumps. Railroad tracks. Early sicknesses,
the blue one, especially.
Your first love rounding a corner,
that snowy minefield.
Sixth Grade
We didn’t like each other,
but Lynn’s mother had died,
and my father had died.
Two Poems for Valentine’s Day
If you like these, I invite you to browse around my writing section. I’ve got numerous poems and one nonfiction essay (entitled
Felix + Dzintra + Queensrÿche) – all of the shared under a Creative Commons license.
Age
As some people age
they kinden.
The apertures
of their eyes widen.
First Snow Project
Once every winter, I like posting up this First Snow Project. Looking to Flickr for keywords like snow, snowflake, etc., images are displayed that match up with me reading a poem I wrote.
The Fourth Wise Man
The fourth wise man
disliked travel. If
you walk, there’s the
gravel. If you ride,
there’s the camel’s attitude.
Insomnia
You are beautiful
while you sleep. I’m exhausted
by the time you wake.
Father on Glass Wings
Death calls from Colorado spring. The phone
tells me you jumped: angel with dizzy stone
arms, floating on glass wings. But you don’t land.
Childhood. We’re selling watch straps, store to store,
sharing a shabby Greystone room.
Train Car, 6 AM
by Felix Jung Half of us, waking to dawn. The other half, half- asleep, halfway home.
Little Deaths
Despite the miles along the way
of sin, confession, sin again,
we die a little. Every day
Ample Make This Bed
Ample make this Bed —
Make this Bed with Awe —
One Fiction
Every story can be broken down
into elements of timing and space:
man goes on a trip, man comes to town.