William Paris : Writing

Thames

Thames

A Poem by William Paris


ThamesAnd like an errant seagull come homeI am hereon my bench I sitthe paint-chipped wooden slats creak beneath meleaning back my body goes stillmy s..
Round up the usual suspects

Round up the usual suspects

A Poem by William Paris


We sit across from one anotherin some old yellowed bar in Marrakeshlike some cheap detective novelmy cigarette slowly burning downthe heat is smotheri..
A poem for my friend some years gone

A poem for my friend some years gone

A Poem by William Paris


We talked of horses and tack and trotting techniques. We talked ofKentucky rain and trees and moss in April. We talkedof girls back home, big tits and..
they are all from helsinki

they are all from helsinki

A Poem by William Paris


i always try my hardestto do what's rightdon't pull cheap tricksbe saintly in my waysfeed the poorhouse the homelesscure the sicki never get that fars..
Skeleton Tree

Skeleton Tree

A Poem by William Paris


tonightdark and cloudy winter nighti watched the last leaffall from my skeleton treeand to the frozen groundit wentit is one year nowone year tonight3..
Love Rhyme

Love Rhyme

A Poem by William Paris


(in the dark you whisper to me)touch my breast upon the heart you knowsoftly stoking -warm love that will flowmy singing songbird, you are etched in m..
The Wondrous and Freakish William!

The Wondrous and Freakish William!

A Poem by William Paris


Step right up!lassies and laddiesladies and gentlemenI've crossed the ocean blueit's torment trueto demonstrate to youamazing powersmy name! is unimpo..
Wet

Wet

A Poem by William Paris


I want to dance with you in the heatI want to spin you in the rainour tounges out tasting the dropsour arms out and spiral sprays outwardI want to sit..
Shakespeare was right

Shakespeare was right

A Poem by William Paris


bathed in the glow of my dashboard lightdriving home after another wonderful-night-i am sure it is fadedi am sure that it is gonebut the scent of your..
Romeo's Bleedin'

Romeo's Bleedin'

A Poem by William Paris


Listen bub'there's this guy laying out in streethe's just layin' therenot movin' a muscleI think he got hit by a caror maybe truck 'mangeezethere's li..