Author: Michael Parks

Poem #18

bullet train window’s down screaming wind breaking things crazy town can’t stand only wonder why the hell what for distant thunder eyes close time slips warm sun soft sheets your lips dark slams eyes wide tunnel lights flickering hellish ride…

Poem #16

i could point it out it’s there like it’s always been familiar a buzz in nature a kind of scene vibrations you know what I mean more than thought it’s a knowing thing words can’t describe it there is no…

Poem #11

it’s not quite important that this should rhyme but if it sometimes does that’s fine bear this in mind I’m out front on the porch doors and windows wide lights off acoustic guitars inside echoing out into the night the…

Poem #10

it’s not quite important that this should rhyme but if it sometimes does that’s fine bear this in mind I’m out front on the porch doors and windows wide lights off acoustic guitars inside echoing out into the night the…