Category: Penman Lounge

  • L’Amour Sanglante

    I want to drown you in this blood That spills hotly from me now; I will baptize you in these sticky iron memories Which have surged since my inception; I will drown you in rich, scarlet blood That in your lover once ran – Dark rivers in his subterranean tunnels Locked in fleshy circumstance, As…

  • A Balmy Night

    We choose the starling over the rooster, the apricot over the plum. In sum the tastes of one are from long striving to understand what composes an identity to fill out as your own. There are paintings I “enjoy” though I know not why. The compatibility of vision is perhaps unknowable. Describe this wine without…

  • Waiting for Rain

    Let me see you dive. Call Friday if you have a clue. Liquid refreshments arrive & peace reigns. Nonflammable renovations hover outside. I ponder where this goes in the stream of flings. What to choose & when arrives. Outside the cosmos wink at us. Plastic cups are filled & the party continues.  No way out…

  • 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…

  • Karma

    My heart has a feeling To do good for others Because someday it will all come back It may take a day It could even be a decade But I’ll never stray too far So please hold me close Lord Show me your ways And allow me to breathe another day ***Written after watching “My…

  • 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…

  • WINTER

    WINTER I lost my soul to the cold. She was a bitter frosty girl. Her shoulder colder than Minnesota. Her pupils an icy swirl. Lips of neon, breath of Freon. And a jagged tongue of ice. Hypothermia fills my cornea. And the chills began to bite. She once was Summer, Than fell to Spring. Turned…

  • 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…

  • Bush Regime

    We walk, blindly, dividedly, seperate. Thats why we can’t get together on the economy, people focused on hitting the lottery. Its sodomy on the society. We getting fucked on all angles, straight up strangled, chewed up and mangled by all these government organizations. Its hell on earth and wheres satan. Were facing a financial meltdown…

  • 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…