Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Kiss

Wine like a swirling kiss

Under a fang of a moon

I kissed her dizzy

And sip this wine



.

The Ride

Gate after
gate after
gate!

Like today!
Who knew Mister
You Know Who
would rush in breathless
and request a replacement
for the check he lost last night
doing who knows what!

Or that Miss
Say No More
with full moon eyes
and shy smile would say
she’s oh my god!

Always another twist in the wind!

And who knows when the phone groans
what fate
that voice will bring
but sometimes I feel my life speeding by
and no mask or practiced gesture ever sets it right—

right?


.

Day Off

I drank coffee
and emptied my mind

(except when I filled it
with curlicues

smoke rings
and rhymes)

then I noticed
everything rhymes

and when I stepped outside
and looked at the sky

something inside me said
it’s not me

and that felt fine



.

Snapshot

She (and her tits)
starred as Queen Bitch
in a lavish flesh flick
once.

He (and father’s fortune)
fenced her in a mansion
and played Ruthless Business
Man.

They frightened each other with lies
insisting the height of their lives
was this prize
glaring back at them.

A snapshot shows them both
hiding behind sunglasses
beside a private pool
and laughing like hell.



.

"I papered my walls with rejection slips!"

Do this
and you
echo

the mew
of matryred
genius

(a lie!
a dream
of ego!)

and crowd
your brain
with clouds

of crap
(claptrap!
trap!)

and lose
your next
good move



.

Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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