Search

Zone of Non-being

Darryl Walker Jr

Tag

poem

Lack of Direction

Here - let me give you directions so you'll know the way to my house before you get lost at an intersection, and blow your engine out. First, drive over the suspension bridge named after a dead man who was... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Impossible to Please You

When I wrote you a ballad and serenaded you beneath your window, you complained it was late and would rather be dreaming on your pillow. When I took you out on a date for a stroll beneath the stars, you... Continue Reading →

When My Heart Stops

When My Heart Stops funeral attendance won't exceed six. The pastor will just drag my pine-box to the cold and shallow ditch. I'll probably be buried with no socks in a tacky suit that barely fits. My father will keep... Continue Reading →

Around the World

Hey pretty girl - I cannot afford to take you around the world, but I'm India and that the way I feel Israel. I wanna be your lover but if you're not ready, I Kuwait, I won't Russia. If you do... Continue Reading →

Love is a Joke and Scheme

My spirit has been mourning you the way land sobs for stars in the form of morning dew. My wristwatch reports the daunting truth because my pulse was the time and the hands haven't moved since the loss of you. Immune system lacking fortitude it's official: I miss you. Tears oxidized my face... Continue Reading →

Corny Joke Detector

Are you tired of lame punchlines and quips that kill the vibe when they leave someone’s lips? Are you tired of forcing fake laughter for your spouse who swears they are a joke-master? Does your boss have a bad sense... Continue Reading →

A Sight for Sore Eyes

Before her, my life was a blur about my direction I was unsure. When she promised to re-appear all my movements became clear. As I saw her beautiful thick frame I knew I would never be the same. I was... Continue Reading →

Conveyor Belt Imaginations

Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations process human suffering with cold calculations. Social relations are reduced to a mere formula that was created by an auditor who works part-time as the coroner. Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations require ‘round-the-clock... Continue Reading →

My Love Would Heal Her

She said my words hold her too tight on cold nights, preventing her little toes from freezing, and taking away a reason for her to run away into the apathetic blizzard. She sleeps with her boots on, isolating herself on... Continue Reading →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑