Author: L.E. Mintz

  • Rhyme TIme

    Johnny Stiletto a white boy from the ghetto rode through the streets kicking his feet to a hip-hop beat. Money is sweeter than honey dead presidents rule in the land of the free but with no opportunity you get disunity in the streets of the poor as hurricanes blow in full symphonic roar.   It…

  • The Bush Years

    The overnight low can get you high make you fly ain’t no lie you don’t need a weather vane to feel the hard rain and you don’t need a weather man to keep you out of Iraq or Iran . You just need a plan. The duly elected administration caused such frustration with their verbal…

  • Pointed

    Her painted strokes pointed like fangs splattering poisonous images across a subterranean canvass, soaking it with the smell of death. Unable to understand the betrayal forming inside the corridors of her mind, she carefully became careless while lust dripped from the cracks in her frailty, filling the floor below with torrid thoughts of temptation. In…

  • Broken

    So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly slipping from the sky she turned back in time. Her sad sigh filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she…

  • Ode to Tom

    Wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues while a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted on a warm summer breeze and as a young girl laughed hanging upside down scantily clad…

  • Ode to Tom Waits

    Like sandpaper soaked with stolen colors ripped off the canvas of Edward Hopper’s final scene wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues as a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted off…

  • Broken

    So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly she slipped from the sky turning back in time. Her sighed filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she sensed…