It has just occurred to me That while I’m losing all my friends and family That maybe they weren’t right at all Nor I for them, along...

Thoughts and feelings penetrate me Soak through and saturate me I must assign linguistic value They will demonstrate me Rhythm and plot...

Do you think it hurts to drown? I think the lungs become snow-globes Filled with driftwood and bloated corpses Like hurricane season for...

What has my life become? Going through the motions every day Never finding something new Contrived and numb I’ve become useless and dumb...

There’s a struggle to create Just below the skin I know the product would bring me to elevate Build a new and better life, to win To sign...

There’s too much going on On every screen around How can we dare to focus? How can we break away? There’s a war for our attention A war...

A Liturgy of Stones is a book of poems by David Wright, published in 2003. Laced with melancholy, these stanzas are a glance into the...

Friends and foes Exchanging blows Beneath the dappling leaves Surrogate sunlight shines ‘Neath false bannered pines The raider’s fleet,...

I stagger, buffeted by winds and ice shards With joints of glass And tattered robes of shattered office For in this storm, I stand alone...

Whispers from the pavement Dredge up bygones laid to rest Like bricks upon the travelled dust of roads, hemmed in and paved For once we...

Feedback and distortion Ringing in the deep Blooded strings of nickel plate Vibrate over magnets Humbuckers and tremolo arms The tools to...

Once, I found a man dead in the street Covered in frost Darkened by blood I left him for another to deal with. My feet left evidence,...

Bitter January sprinkles Pepper salt-speckled sidewalks In Illinois this year. “The times they are a-changing” Said the man Bob Dylan,...

Roots dig into the wasted woman Her years have turned her sour Stems curl up her body, vines restrict her Roots take hold Wasted years,...

When your tears have gone dry But you still want to cry I watch you grab a glass Grab a drink Sob and sputter, mutter, sigh. Long years...

Waste your water, lovely lady Deep in dappled valleys, beneath trees, shady Wet your cheeks and sob so sweet Let longing rest within, and...

The dreams of Gods are boring, after enough centuries. When suns have burned out and black holes eaten everything about, When galaxies...

Wings of feather, Wings of leather, Wings bind me to the Earth To burn, to freeze To leave behind the homes I’ve burned With words of...