Poems from PresidentLeahy
The Crowd surges forward as one
tidal mass of flesh compressing
itself against a steel barricade.
In the front row I...
Sir Newton died 288 years ago,
but naive old Gravity is still scared
to break the old quack’s laws.
He’s been institutionalized
by...
I'm not afraid to die,
But I sure as Hell am
Afraid to stop living, to cease to contribute
And comprehend and communicate.
If all good...
I'm walking through a carnival alone,
Which is nice because my head's been very crowded lately.
The people run around and laugh and...
You are the pale glow of unnatural light
On an evening’s snowfall
Making the night unusually luminous
In a beautifully phantasmagoric way...