the oscillation from Apollo’s lips bury me, this womb of glass seas, relief—a meronym of death’s faces the last dream…
“Oscillation” Poem Published in Visual Verse. — Lucy’s Works
Category: prose poem
Poem: ‘Enough’
Our contact is painful, sporadic,
remote, your response is typical,
and so predictable.
How can such a high IQ
produce an attitude like this?
“Wash your hands,” you’re told.
You ask “how many times?”
Now your silence says it all.
I have always washed my hands,
common sense suggests
such practices are sound, though
now especially when it comes to
you.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
‘Old’ — A Poem
They think I’m losing my mind,
that my time to live is almost done.
They say I’ve had my day,
that I don’t deserve what I’ve spent
my whole life saving up for,
these few short years which fly by
at an ever increasing speed,
toward some stark oblivion,
a fate which awaits even those
who would question my worth
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Poem: ‘Delivery’
You see the old lady over there?
The one in the blue mask
heading for the church.
She delivered me, though
no, she’s got no idea who I am.
I see her quite often
alone having coffee,
a bagel and jam.
Many times
I’ve thought of saying hi,
but what do I say?
“You may not know me
but you brought me into this world.”
So I guess I’ll leave her again,
to struggle with handbag and stick
towards her cleansing nave,
while I wrestle with my faith
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
an ordinary world — jdubqca (Reblog)
tanks rolling through town escorting a larger entourage little legs running right along keeping up with the pace robotic machines with long legs & long arms marching & singing ‘one two three four who are we fighting for’ everything’s been canceled the parade is all there is children singing ‘one two three four’ lighting snakes […]
an ordinary world — jdubqca
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