"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." - John F. Kennedy

Thanks for finding me. This is a fairly random sampling of my poetic rumblings beginning in the mid-70s to present day. Not definitive or complete, just things that struck me again for one reason or another on revisiting. There are a couple of previously published collections here which might be good places to start if you are diving in blind from the precipice.

Try the collections MEET THE BEATS or GLIMMERING RAY DUET (both archived in June 2008 in the menu below right) for starters if you are so inclined...

As of 2016, I will be publishing my song lyrics on a seperate page from the more poetic scribblings here. Pieces that first appeared here and then later were arranged for music will remain here in their original form but may appear edited on the lyric page. Check out the links section for the original song blog.

Friday, June 27, 2008

See Spot Run

Little empty spot
Filled to the brim with nothing
Sounds, dull & lifeless
Face, a stone wall stare.
Tight little doors
Slam open and, shit,
Shut
Giftless holiday jeer.

"Hang ten, Cowboy.
One ain't enough."
Is there a point to this avoidance
Or just a slap in the gut?
Too deep to know
Too slow to creep on out of here
out of mind
out of touch
out of my league.
Done.

- 6/6/96 troc
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