I love birds!
(he said with enormous eyes)
They fly!
The devil
whispers louder
when I drink
You are
always among
equals
Here
God
Is Totalitarian
That guy’s smile
is a strategy—
it lies
Leering
as if he were drinking
through his eyes
Generosity
comes
from the belly
The flight
of the shadow
of a bird
*
I don’t want
to press my
face in a book!
A tree
growing
in a dancing way
Shark-shaped
bath toys
that squeak when you squeeze them
In our eyes
the truth
of universes
*
Man
paused on the sidewalk
in a cloud of cigarette smoke
Give this a try:
God is looking
through your eyes
Fame and the national scene
have nothing to do
with what’s really going on
Forget it.
Go to sleep.
Nothing can be done right now.
That black garbage bin
with the trash-lifted lid
seems to be singing
Males
waking in the barracks
and scratching themselves
We cheered the sun
sinking
into the sea
“All I’ve got
is here and now—
and it’s too much!”
*
Men gather
around her
like bees
Botox can erase
all evidence of life
from your face!
Crowding our brains
with historical
noise and discouragement
The beach
not blocked
by walls and windows
*
Worlds built
on the assumption
of cars
Not the kind of man
who’d hide in a mansion
doing drugs
Unglamorous older
working woman
clutching a Betty Boop bag
*
I told her in a dream
I need to be less busy!
She told me You need to do everything!
One must feel
one’s death in such
rough coughing
Exercise—
otherwise
your heart will die in your chest
And on television
only advertisements
for toilet paper
Mountains jutting through
pools of clouds—
like islands
Groan of steel
in the distance:
train
Watching people
pretending to live
on tv
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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