Exit the highwayman

Exit the highwayman, poetry, steven humphreys, weirdness

Exit the highwayman part your drapes no more close your shutters as he walks by motel row clickity click the echo goes holding his ledger open scratching down notes a room number a door color in underline it's his bloody night beyond these lonely doors lies an open road belonging to he who wonders to …


Man in the moon

man in the moon, poetry, steven humphreys, weirdness

You better look at the man in the moon let the breeze whisper his silence the man in the moon and the wind know me well. the moon bathes in its own pale moonlight the breeze blows flowing where it will like a stealthy spirit. and I am only what I am. we are here …