Don’t Go to a Bar

Don’t Go to a Bar, poem, steven james humphreys

Don't Go to a Bar. you don't have to go that far. you'll find people like me there hiding behind thickened skins. don't get in a car. a bar is a bar is a bar... no matter if it's rock and roll, country or a classy piano bar. no one escapes the light of day …

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The big city guy who hanged himself (epitaph)

The guy who hanged himself, poem, steven james humphreys

I know others have had it tougher than I but, life is too hard for me in this big city lost in a multitude of men and machines we were born into this not of our own choice nor will... you see, I'm the sensitive one and no one understands that but me and you …

The Wind Blows

wind, nature, baby, sleep, waking, new day

The wind blows in its own way it moves dead leaves as it wills. within the rhythm of nature therein lies its own music in celebration like raindrops pattering a baby's nurturing lullaby. lightening yawns a new waking day.

Fearless mimic

fear, desert, death, bones in the sun, god

Fearless mimic teasing brain seismic gimmick eschew abstain withhold refrain running main frame masters gators restless erasure limited stature lost nature canteen dry dried tears cried strong red sky long baked bones thousand flies dusted dread hollowed head emptied eyes earthen bed hawks dive rabbits flee hallowed ground hour three.