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The Deuce Coupe Nominations for Best of the Web
Posted in Hosho McCreesh, Jason Ryberg, William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on September 23, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Lives Like Landfills by William Taylor Jr.
Posted in William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on September 19, 2010 | 6 Comments »
In spite of promises, oaths and the best of intentions I stand but dumbly by as the hours slip and spiral out. She lies on the bed and cries, she tells me she is broken. I understand but don’t know what to do. I suppose it’s like this everywhere, lives like landfills of disappoints and [...]
Portrait of 6th Street on a Tuesday Afternoon by William Taylor Jr.
Posted in William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on June 13, 2010 | 2 Comments »
The world is just knives and stones forged by vengeful bitter gods we wander through stillborn days tongues coated with the metallic taste of despair addled with loneliness all the pretty suicides smile sadly from every corner beckoning with skinny fingers as the afternoon teeters and falls off its stool any meaning you might try [...]
For Any Of Us by William Taylor Jr.
Posted in William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on April 7, 2010 | 4 Comments »
The poems aren’t faring very well today. The sky looks tired and newspaper headlines tell the story of a girl who went and got her head chopped off for no reason I can understand. I guess today’s not too good for any of us. On the way to work I stop by a bar and [...]
Indian Summer by William Taylor Jr.
Posted in William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on December 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Polk Street, San Francisco. A sky all California blue. It’s October again and I sit at a sidewalk table with a glass of wine, dreaming of nothing other than the women walking up and down the avenue, all of them so lovely in their green and yellow dresses, an argument death will never win.
What’s Left of the World by William Taylor Jr.
Posted in William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on September 30, 2009 | 6 Comments »
The day doesn’t want to be here. The sky’s given up and the sun’s run out of tricks. The suicides fill the night and shine like unnamed stars and you’re weary from the effort it takes to pretend to be something more than lost, from clinging so tightly to what’s left of the world. Running [...]
This Drunken Reeling Beneath a Dying Sun by William Taylor Jr.
Posted in William Taylor Jr., tagged poetry on July 30, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Awkward and absurd in this moment in time, lost among the lost, lacking the grace of God’s finer things, we are given so little time to be beautiful. Our tiny lives so soon forgotten, so soon just lists of things to sell or give away. The dance is a strange one, and I could not [...]
