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

Impossible Space

Under a sky
like an eye

is an earth

upon whose turf
is a world

of men

within whose heads
are more

worlds

and within the world
of one head

is everything possible

for a being
dreaming a world

in a world
of dreaming beings

upon a spinning
stone

whose sky
almost hides

impossible
space



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Before You Go

Who hated a happy hippy high?

Who couldn’t smile into the other guy’s eyes?

Who watched a wide-winged hawk glide on the wind?

Who knew no money man can dance like Freaky Johnny?

Who spat
“That jive died with Christ!” at a friend who needed kindness?

Who flung crumbs at pigeons?

Who paid to gaze at caged lives?

Who saw a daisy lie down with lions and die?

Who worked for men with cigarette-butt eyes?

Who wondered
Does grass mind being walked on?

Who smirked when he should have screamed?

Who wrote a bad short story called “Ice Coma”?

Who smelled his own stink in the rain?

Who despised being vicious and weak and one day suddenly stopped?

Who waited for his soul catch up with him?



Who raced to catch up with his soul?



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Something's Coming

Hey hey
Whatcha gonna say
When you’ve lost your hope
And you’ve lost your way?

You’re here
Where you’ve always been
But there’s something here
That you’ve never seen

Faces
Flicker and glare
And you want to run
But you go nowhere

Who knew
The people you knew
As friends in the end
Were ghosts to you?

Something’s coming
A wind is blowing
And it’s blowing your mind

You stagger after
Shadow laughter
That just left you behind

Fever
Is in the air
And there’s money everywhere
And it makes you scared

You pray
That it’s alright
Say that it’s alright
Through the creeping night

What’s that
Rustling there?
You heard it you swear
There’s something out there!

Just stop
Tell yourself stop
Tell yourself stop
Forget that thought!

You hope this passes
As it flashes
Through the cracks in your mind

You want to wake up
Try to wake up
And just leave it behind

Hey hey
Whatcha gonna say
When you’ve lost your hope
And you’ve lost your way?

You pray
That it’s alright
Say that it’s alright
Through the creeping night

No no
No no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no

No no
No no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no



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Where You're Going

A sudden violation
Of your expectation
Threw your situation
Into chaos and despair

You blinked away the warnings
That met you every morning
Now a hard day’s dawning
In the terrifying air

And there’s no definition
No chemical prescription
To convince you that it’s all just like
It was before you crashed

Stranded and abandoned
Better find yourself a friend
‘Cause there ain’t no one who’s not got lost
And had to start all over again


Is something nagging at you
Always staring at you
Creeping up to catch you
When you turn your back?

Have you heard a murmur
That could urge you further
Through a curve to turn you
Through this twisted wreck?

And there’s no light to guide you
No map to provide you
The route down the road ‘cause the road is your own
And your rolling all alone

But all your steps are echoes
Of the steps of all of those
Finding their feet on the tangling streets
That you meet when you keep on wand’ring down that road

Do choruses of noises
Full of broken voices
Cover over choices
That might melt them into moans?

In our random candor
Is there any chance for
A sudden subtle answer
To what we need to know?

And there’s no big club to love you
No sure star above you
To show where to go when you don’t know the hole
In your soul is a hole in the air

A tunnel through the terror
An arrow through the error
A pause in the noise that can point to a choice
That can get you where you’re going anywhere




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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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