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

13 Haiku


As the thunder booms
above the shuddering lake
these birds keep singing

Cigarette in mouth
she bends over to collect
our cabin’s garbage

For breakfast, some flies
circling raspberry donuts—
and a dog with fleas

translated from Velko’s Bulgarian

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Awake while they snore—
electrical hum and drips
of faucet water

Awake while they snore—
the purple coat on the chair
looks calm and alert

Awake while they snore—
a zigzagging fly decides
to land on my thumb

*

Awake while they snore—
such a luscious symphony
of these birds at dawn!

On the white pavement
a tiny red ant scurries
to avoid raindrops

Summer afternoon—
is that toad-faced cloud trying
to tell me something?

*

Cool rippling water
from a tilted blue bottle
pouring into me

A gleam in his eye
with the first sip of cold beer,
sunset behind him

Open book unread,
watching the downrushing rain—
wet pattering sound

*

Gushing summer rain—
I dream of my tombstone phrase:
A friend of the cats…



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No Hiding Place




I went up to the hills
To hide my lonely face
The hills were quick to tell me
There ain’t no hiding place

There’s no hiding place
There’s no hiding place
There ain’t no escape
There’s no hiding place

I went up to a man
With eyes like glowing stones
And through a slow sad smile
He told me what I know

There’s no hiding place
There’s no hiding place
There ain’t no escape
There’s no hiding place

I went to see the man
With the medicine
And after flying high
I really understand

There’s no hiding place
There’s no hiding place
There ain’t no escape
There’s no hiding place

I asked a lovely lady
“Will you be my wife?”
She said “If I will
It still won’t save your life!”

There’s no hiding place
There’s no hiding place
There ain’t no escape
There’s no hiding place



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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