I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book. Here is an old poem by feel free press uk the back of the chap reads:" Bukowski didn't have a crown, but if he did, if he had, Debbie Kirk is who should be wearing it. Not all these limp dick pretenders to the throne" John Bennet Blood Sports years laid down behind me now like abandoned shipwrecks huge but still invisible sparrows are circling me again, I can smell them All the layers the coating the most of me taken from alley scraps broken bottles and alley cats and all the fucking people. It doesn't get better with age it gets familiar it becomes home Sometimes I lay on the floor and pray for the sparrows to come get me Deliver me, like a stork to anywhere anywhere anywhere else but here. It will take some blood to attract them I never had a blood brother or skipped rocks across a pond and I may be damaged But I've got nothing but time' to perfect my scam for a handicap in bloodsports.
I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.
Welcome back to my poetry blog! I did absolutely nothing today and it was wonderful. Always crisis and lots of work to do in my Mental Health Group on Google. I love my group. Started it maybe a month and a half ago and we already have 203 members, and the members are really great. Today it's going to be a short poem because I ran across this one in my files and really dug it. It's great when you find and old poem you wrote that you had forgotten about and just love it. This poem was originally posted in my chapbook: Bleeding from my Psalms on Hand Print Press, UK it was printed on hand made paper! It will be coming out on my forthcoming book on Interior Noise Press. Marked Bruises were strangled out of the laughing moon like a halo that had lost its post Texas twisters today flooding locusts It's the first time the sky has flashed it's baby blues at me Since the last time the world stopped breathing.
