Daily Archives: April 3, 2011

Boat Called Rock Bottom

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

Why would anyone set sail on a boat called “Rock Bottom” Yet here I am… The sky winked a few times the day spilled slowly and steadily out over the horizon. Millions of people cursed it, loved it, or wished … Continue reading →

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The Itinerant Lover

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

It doesn’t fail It always leads us by the hand Faster and faster pinching into the folds of night And we let it slip through our fingers And watch it run ahead, disappearing in the darkness, Leaving us itinerant, under … Continue reading →

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Biography

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

I grew up with this drive…and sometimes it was a band (skynrd, molly hatchet, journey, REO, 38 special, Dead, Rush, YES)…it was an event, fast ride, beer cans, woods, a camaro…a house party, bon fire, south jersey shore and wooded … Continue reading →

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Off Urban Rap

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

I’m not drunk, maybe besotted, maundering, inebriate savant but ne’er  vapid.I’m loquacious, beset on periphrasis, riddled with circumlocution, and bullets from the execution.A scribbler of belletristic prose, with a dent on my nose.  I’m a fallen saint.  I’m like peeling … Continue reading →

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Several Friends Stopped By…

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

Several Friends stopped by in my dark hour. There I was…in the hole:Apathy – looks down into the hole, with those big blue eyes to ensure me everything would be just fine…, she shrugs, and she wanders off.Sympathy arrives – … Continue reading →

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Winding To a Point

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

A child stooped low and picked up a stoneAbout yay big, with a rounded edgeHe could find no reason to put it in his pocketSo he jumped to his feet instead. The boy’s eyes narrowed as he thought of this stoneAbout … Continue reading →

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Flesh

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

Earth pulls up its collar as the sun setsAll things cooling, creak,the most quiet is flesh. Pouring life through the waist of leaded glass,Countless grains two souls, in the talusAs fabrics glide, fiber and meshWarmth and velvetThe most soft is flesh Peeling … Continue reading →

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Byzantine Kiss

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

Her whispers writhe upward, warming my lipsChased gently by thoughts, and fingertipsWhich pulse over keys, sewing words onto fieldsOf love thirsty parchment, tenderly peeledFrom shavings off banyan trees, twisted in timeWoven from tangles of roots and vinesThat glimmer and glide … Continue reading →

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Jim Harrison

Posted on April 3, 2011 by skipavm@gmail.com

…still smelling like Athit, I found myself awakening in first class next to the recluse, Jim Harrison. Jim Harrison was planetary from the moment I saw him. He is a thick and somewhat round man, dense enough to have his … Continue reading →

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