Poems from goldberd
He kicked his dog to death.
His hands were cold
and wet.
And in the desperate wind,
he wept.
She promised him the world.
Said she'd...
He gave up drinking the day his father died;
found dead in his chair
a fag, limp, in his hand.
A can of bitter
sat on the nightstand.
On...
He watched her through the window from across the street.
Her clothes looked sleek,
her hair fell gracefully,
playfully.
Each movement's...
I heard today
that you lost someone
who meant
the world to you.
That you sat by his side
watched as his eyes
watered and his nose bleed...
In the kitchen we stood,
under merry light,
processing, hoping, coping.
Our collective strength;
some obligation
to smile.
This man -...