From a quiet kid to an extraordinary actor.
Dream v.1.7
A Pause For A Poem
your skirt is
rippling, light
splashes of
hibiscus, our
fingers almost
touching, but
always those
damn circles.
a madman in
charge of
the pedal,
me unable
to stand to
reach you,
so wary of
past collisions.
the moribund
carousel is
speeding up,
heads rolling
back to our
torrid youth,
amid groans
of dizziness.
©Copyright, 2008. Seamus Kearney
Big thanx to Seamus for allowing me to publish his poem.
Dream v.1.6
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Past tense
You said:
“Little moments can have a feeling and a texture that is very real.”
I said:
“So you do remember me…”
Weapons of Choice
Ralph`s face expression no.1:
“Just to show you ladies my killer weapon.”
Ralph`s face expression no.2:
“I`m so fuckin sexy and serious and I shall fuck your brains out!”
What`s your choice?
