To each Beast
To each his own
We tread the
Light of being
No darkness
Only night
In the hearts
Of all
We
Walk the
Earth like
A lost
Army
Of ghosts
Awaiting
The caress
Of
Dawn
About R.M. Engelhardt:
R.M. Engelhardt is a veteran poet & writer whose work over the last twenty some years has appeared in such journals & magazines as Rusty Truck, Thunder Sandwich, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Writer's Resist and many others.
His new book of poetry is " Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems" (Alien Buddha Press 2018) and is available on Amazon.
He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY.
www.rmengelhardt.com
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Sausages By Bruce Morton
We are all sausages In our skin linked together. Blood, bone, meat put Through the daily grind. Some red, some brown, Some white, each flavo...
-
"Hey, is your mag open to submissions?" I run a daily unless the voices tell me not to because they want to party. "The mag i...
-
Driving through New England, I notice small towns all have a cemetery crowded with tombstones, weathered and leaning into each other like ...
-
Two Jacksons or Four sawbucks Up front—$40. No credit cards, no I.D.; Beyond, beneath, Battered neon lights The Blues Hotel Weathered time’s...
No comments:
Post a Comment