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I Will Walk on the Earth

Posted by Cutter on July 23, 2016 at 2:15 PM Comments comments (1)

I will walk on the Earth,

my shoes left somewhere far behind me,

toes curled in the grass, sand, dirt,

cool in clear waters, caked in mud,

marked by the miles passed,

I will walk on the Earth,

unfettered by strangling convention,

unbound and laughing

with the wind…


I will pass by the fences,

through gates, barred doors, over borders,

marked with signs, sigils, warnings,

climbing walls that interrupt the...

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I Can Find

Posted by PeteK on May 26, 2016 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I'm gonna fly with any gangster I can find


and you'll be home if the home hasn't been taken

or we'll be somewhere safe

among those who put

the gantry back in motion


Bad asses every one of us

never setting our coordinates

We promised to write about every artiste we meet

We are islanders, my brother, from the sky and the sea, from rum and blow we’re envy in God's eye

from Waikiki

to Roatan, Manhattan ...

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Wind Until Dust

Posted by PeteK on May 26, 2016 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I couldn't see past that cloud,

that dust storm―underneath it there was nothing

I could call my own. Whatever was there was for others.

When the dust came, the obliteration

was the only vision of home I had―of nothing owned,

of nothing abandoned.

After all, those are the things which measure a life.


The One Man Show was salient,

but I'm so tired now―that show can go dark,

still, it was okay to have be...

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Posted by Bsklgn on May 10, 2016 at 10:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I wish that hell would open

So I could see your pretty face

But I wander here alone

And I'll leave without a trace


If I could see you one last time

If I could know that you were fine

I could die happy knowing

That you're still alive


I wish that hell would open

You could gaze down from above

From your place up there in heaven

And know that it's you I love


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Posted by Bsklgn on April 30, 2016 at 1:05 AM Comments comments (0)


Petals blowing in the wind

New life grows

From ashen lands and broken dreams

Sprouting from my grave

I rise to meet the spring

Missing Our Omelet Mornings

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (0)

I have a jones so sharp

that only you can stop this appetite that deceives me


Who am I now apart from you. What have I done?

I throw my fool Self before you but I do it

like an August hurricane.


I'll take you on, I'll take us both to the Greek island Anthemoessa

because I'm the Siren and Circe. And I'll laugh and riff about how I

ran you aground. And you'll call me a goof


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A Bad Apology

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:30 AM Comments comments (0)

I've never felt the way I do when it comes to you

My love is so towering that the Burj Kalifa calls it father in the wind

I didn't know someone could come into your life and do my heart like you did

Done my life

Done my spirit

Done my mind

Done my soul

Done my body

When I saw that girl it was no different than shopping vibrators for you

Than a Free killer walking onto his own crime scene

Than a sacrifice to a goddess

May my...

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Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:25 AM Comments comments (0)

I feel emptiness

I sense you here with me

as soft as a kiss and a collapse into

the truth that only the dead can know;


and I’m not afraid,

not like a punk, but

I’m not afraid even all the way up to my own secrets.


Emptiness makes everything possible.

The fullness of our confluence

The perfectness of the transcendent


Your skin is my home because ...

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Low Clouds & Squalls

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:20 AM Comments comments (0)

You don’t need me to speak for you.

The agitation and the emotional toll is paid at the alms box.


We are awash in the wrong baptism.

And I am no easy target. I am no weakling.


The traditional forty days would have been sufficient. Twenty

years in the desert—just overplayed. But I stayed


as long as it took. Emptiness makes everything possible. I filled

up on someth...

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Moments Are Idyllic

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:20 AM Comments comments (0)



it was a silly rumpled straw hat for summer

with a ribbon and a bow

worn by a still young woman in the breeze

on her way to Union Square Park

Taking the F Train in a snug linen blouse and dungarees

somewhere between cocktails at the Brevoort

on lower 5th Avenue and too much coffee anywhere

because moments are idyllic

Life is speed and affected exits

singing and self-talking like a transformation