originally published 2010
Escaping to the nearby lake the lovers drove their cars
Through winding road to waters edge they broke the
Mid week silence with vigorous impatient slams of
Their respective car doors stepping quickly to the
Days first embrace like summer campers on break
originally published 2010
The angst of the well fed falls
deafly upon my ears
The whines of the dreary privileged
Are like fingernails
On chalkboard
To me
It starts in the brain.
Lingering fogs of morning hanging grey as the sun tries desperate to burn through with a moment of clear thought.
The milk still on the counter sweating sodden pools down to the floor.
A light is on in the room long empty.
Still the haze settles in the lowlands of the mind.
There are no words because there cannot be any.
There is no I for there is only dualities joining inside.
"Runner-up in the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period January-March, 2011"-ed.
Missing piece
Link into me
Let me be not missing.
Not so blind.
Clean.
Falling into freedom
Filling in the void.
Stop.
"1st Place Winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period January-March, 2011. Read the full interview with Mr. Miller here."--ed.
Poets come complaining of a poem lacking flow.
Even when it drips. Heavily. Steadily so.
Hungrily readily these interns crow
Ignoring the soft tissue.
Whilst other patients die from misuse.
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