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

A Cliff at the Edge of the World

Hoist up a sad-eyed smile
while the world
fogs the Earth with its fart
and it’s hard to be a tree

Green leaves shiver
in big grey winds
and little faces
shower down from the clouds

Silver
soul of an ocean
in a puddle of rain
on a cliff at the edge of the world



.

Loved So Terribly

I was born in a hot house
That blurred the glaring sun
I watched and I waited
For something to happen
Light burned through the cracks and
I knew I had to run

I ran through the desert
The sun burned my bare face
I was lonely and desperate
To find another place
Where passionate people
Opened their warm embrace

I made some good friends and
I got burned by some creeps
Those creeps raped a gentle
Simple kindness in me
I dreamed of revenge and
I sought it violently

I swallowed the darkness
The darkness swallowed me
I swallowed more darkness
More darkness swallowed me
I lost the bright star that
I loved so terribly



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Snake In The Grass

Where’d you come from?
Are you running away?
Grab a chair, sit down,
You might as well stay
Maybe you’ve got
A lot to say
I don’t know

Are you leaving
Something awful behind?
Are you drifting?
Are you wandering blind?
Getting lost could be
A good way to find
Something else

This could be something
That isn’t the truth anymore


Yeah I’ll sit down
But there’s not much to tell
I’m not drifting—
I’m running like hell
And I’m here with you
‘Cause it happens to be
Where I fell

Almost everything
I see I hate
It’s like I’m born
Into a nightmare fate
And every move I make
Is always too late
To escape

A bunch of bastards
Have me trapped like a rat in a maze


No use confessing
These messes to you
I may have no clue
As to what I should do
But believe me, mister,
I ain’t looking to you
As some guru

So thank you, old man,
For being so kind
I really wonder
Just what you have in mind—
You prob’ly want to take
A bite out of me
From behind

Every damned thing
In this violent life has a price

(Everywhere I pass
There’s a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
Won’t just let you pass)

I’m a lonely old man
That much is true
And a grass snake hisses
Through all that we do
And if you’re insisting
That this is your truth
Then it’s true

But do these monsters
That you hate so much
Have an absolute
Hold over us?
Are they more mighty
Than the wind or the touch
Of the sun?

Care to join me
In a good strong cup of black tea?

Maybe later
We can ease our feet in the sea




.

Warm Wide Orange Skies

A lazy
grey day
off

walk
by husks
of houses

like toothaches
rotten and
raw

gusts
of shopping
mall pop

from these
flash-by
cars

shrink
me to
a humming

beam that
can see
what

goes
on all
the time

(while we’re
blind in
our

minds)
walk with
me and

we soon
may see
human

silhouettes
dancing on
sand dunes

against warm
wide orange
skies



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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