nothing good happens after 2am

sacred silence hangs on angel wings
blessing, watching over wakened night
fluttering on the screen, drawn to the light of
consciousness, the truth of darkened mornings.
strong, alone, remotely flipping through the
favorite channels of the restless bar-room soul
charles bukowski, angry, drunk and droll;
pavement wisdom yanked inside, renewed and
resurrected.  rolling stone lays open,
having sprung the latent-night messiahs
preaching to insomniacal choir.
cryptic muse's recipe for coping;
be consumed, entombed, re-wombed by
worshipping and feeding written fire.

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

Oh, this is pure brilliance Joel. I can say no more, for you leave me speechless and in awe.

[Joel M Frye]

You are entirely too kind, La Lorena.

[FJ Davis]

So well portrayed.
A superior piece of work, my friend.

[Joel M Frye]

Thanks for stopping by, Frank.

[Lily Mae]

At least your in good company :)

[Joel M Frye]

Why, yes...as a matter of fact, I was.... ;)

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~ every word etched here is to die for... i cannot begin to tell you how desperately i needed to read these words right now, monsieur jewel... it's 2:30 pm here... but it's one of the worst days in the history of india... it's a curse to be alive here today... and yet life "is"... and that's a strong message that i'm deriving from your words... thank you for this post...

[Joel M Frye]

Seems as if it's a curse to be a woman these days in India, serah...and perhaps a few men are beginning to realize that. So mote it be.

[.]

~ yes... a few are beginning to realize that... i hope that realization spreads to those who have inflicted physical and emotional violence on me...

[Joel M Frye]

The prayers of a lapsed Unitarian go with you, serah.

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~ thank you so much... and just a minor correction... they are the prayers of a gem of a human being and poet... and i happen to know for sure... :)