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

What To Do

I know! Let’s kill
the tv and see
what happens

The cold bright
image fades
with a fizzzz

A bomb-blast
of silence spreads
through the room

It’s hard
to look at
each other

Ghostly
noise grows
in my mind

Nerves
hum like
sizzling wires

Does anybody
know any
good jokes?



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Gathering Evidence

We gather under flowers of fireworks,
beneath a big booming array.
BadaBAM! BadaBAM!
Who doesn't love a bouquet?

A silver chrysanthemum spreads overhead,
dissolves in a shower of sparks
and a sudden stuttering powdery
thup! thup! thup!

A hyacinth bursts in their wake,
red florettes spinning on their spots
in the smoky sky, exploding separately:
cap-blast claps applauding the audience.

We're here! And to honor the moment
a champagne daffodil fills the air,
a trumpet of sex, a jet of gold light
pouring froth from its sides with a galloping frap!

Each dollop a frap! that snaps in a splattering blast.
Rejoice! The event is any event.
We huddle in the darkness like thumbprints,
gathering evidence.



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A Breath In The Rain

Six shapes
Almost motionless
In the misty air
(Not raining yet)

We wait
For a morning train
To take us elsewhere

It’s not what we want to do
But there’s not much else to really choose
Do you do it too?

Mornings
Weigh down on me
Like a final sky
(No air up there)

This place
Is home to trouble for
A million other lives

Every time I take a breath in the rain
I feel a shiver running through my veins
Here it comes

Birds burst
Just overhead
Like a sudden bloom
(And then they’re gone)

Good God!
That’s beautiful!
Did you see it too?

Into the sky they go
Maybe it’s not what they want to do
I don’t know



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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