weekend poems

lady on the piano singing out of tune thick smoke in the air drinks plentiful men beginning to ask women waiting to answer © Jeff Kimball ———————- looking into the meadow trees on freeze grass is green birds are chirping man on a log alone © Jeff Kimball ———————- the overdone decision was made for… Continue reading weekend poems

3 dark poems

shot glass in hand picture on table tears falling off face sweat on brow signing papers finger on trigger © Jeff Kimball ———————- fangs digging deep into the flesh *exhale* true romance between the devil and his prey © Jeff Kimball ———————- my heart is like concrete that can be broken in two i have… Continue reading 3 dark poems

The End

the end, death, blackness – the fear of all fears…  the fear that is driving us crazy…  the fear that keeps us up at night…   I still keep to the notion that infinity exists and therefore there must not be an end.  The universe will always be.  The end would again imply that there is… Continue reading The End