By Thomas Page To the little fiend Who is calling my stomach Home, you need to scram Every time we tell Ourselves "what in the Lord's name Is this sickness" flu? The displaced rosebush On alien soul starts To bloom differently Will there be flowers In the coming centuries? A world without spring?
Tommy Haiku #95-98
By Thomas Page "What happened to your Knee?" I hit it with shovel I swung 'round my head Two happy little Pigeons sit on fire pit Unaware of it "Let's start a fire" We gather ample kindling It's too wet to light "Happy Autumn Days" They said but it's 82 Today and I'm hot
Tommy Haiku #91-94
By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east
Tommy Haiku #87-90
By Thomas Page Loads upon countless Loads covered in sweat; odor Of a summer job Traveling midnight Roads with little light Without roar of passing might Headlights dimly show The way on old country lanes Nestled in the glens Fog pre-lit by dawn Breaking up the blue night sky; An array of new light
“The Metrorail”
By Thomas Page Whether on cool, misty mornings or one Won over by sweltering heat some train, main artery of the city, somewhere, Care of no one, is slowly churning near Mere moments of civilization there. Where are these passengers going today? May there be a moment of reflection, Inflection of the conductor saying Waning … Continue reading “The Metrorail”
Ghost of Pumpkins Past
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Costume from long ago
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Life Is A Work of Art
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Costume from long ago
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Academy of the Heart And Mind 