Most are untitled, so they’re often listed by first line. Thank you very much for reading my verses. -Nick
Latest poem: Words/Actions
Words of an action and actions of words
Are vessels swathed in seas of intention.
Neither are law and either are deferred
To in conflict's caustic condescension.
Nothingness stranding an eternal core,
Enveloping the wildfire of the soul,
Extinguishes hope with a silent roar.
Divide me from the warmth, leave me in coal.
Over the sheer precipice of desire,
Riots break out in free fall to dictate
Being as a tool in fulfillment's mire,
Opens distinctions on which to fixate.
Tell me, or won't you, that I'm beautiful;
How's my faithfulness inexcusable?
Last poem: Limerick from sitting on the remote
He brought up Ralph Fiennes, as he's christened,
Or Fiennes, or Fiennes, (it isn't?)
Then the TV flashed blue
And Fandango was queued.
We thought it was Schindler who listened.
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