Around me now,
caked paraffin oil,
on a tin field helmet.
I have gone searching
for war at... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 7 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
I live in a world of mildness.
The wind evokes nothing, crossed-out as it dies down in ink.
Evocations of the nothing... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 12 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
The gold road was swept
with a longing look
from the Holy book
that the angels keep.
You must be what God
sees in His... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 7 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
Thought. Remembrance.
Cancer research.
Sacked territory
Of the white, flying... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 7 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
All forfeits. Nothing ceases,
But it's pinstriped elbow drops,
Curious of strange diseases.
. . .
The door without access—
Its key without teeth...
Innumerably sighing.
. . .
Peace. A deposit. A held word.
I have seen you before,
... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 7 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
You: the mouth of a saxophone,
and I: a long-drawn sigh.
A palace of gold splinters into the fog,
to be an... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 8 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
Bastard moon, you are,
the loveless moon, you are the loveless moon.
Your monotone surprises me,
the deep impressions of your face
discover lovelessness in me,
stained in silver petals, and
sallow bulbs glinting off black faces in the tar.
... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 6 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
Is love the pander or the art?
Which way does the sea break?—leaving.
A dead emotion is better than living pain.
It is only that your compass is the orientation of life.
A direction always present, ceased to spill me fresh blood,
flower by... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 5 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
Other people gather ‘round
The truth has come at last!
But I don’t see it,
I only see its shell.
I see it’s gone around and turned its back.
Why for, wherefore?
Hell, Hell.
I see its shell.
I see a baby’s stiff white fingers
... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 6 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
America, thy unbecoming arrogance
So stately blinds,
Is like star-spangled underpants
On rude behinds.
Thou makest war of ‘treason’,
With blunt interludes between
Combat and that ‘reason’—
Grand—which you pride but try to wean
... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 6 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|
You live your life, or I live mine;
You whisper, “Both die, fine?”
You understand, and I believe;
You whisper, “And we grieve…”
You shall create, and I destroy;
You whisper, “Girl and... – by Matthew Sean Markonis | 7 Views added 2 years ago
| Rating
|