Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Somewhere in Utah
This mountain trail
is like the highway we took
to get to it.
Stick to it and you’re safe:
people come a’whistling,
a thousand thick
on the thread of life.
But off it there’s nobody.
Just wolves and desert
and waste and wild.
Best Western
There’s a part that’s missing, see
We won’t say which one it is
(don’t want to worry you)
but let’s just say you wouldn’t
want to fly without it.
Now the thing is,
we don’t have this part locally.
We’ll need to fly it in
on a plane that does fly,
and that could be some hours.
Meantime, why don’t you just
sit back, enjoy your Coke
and complimentary chips
and leave the worrying to your Delta Sky Team.
Night at the movies
How many flowers have stars in the middle?
I have a collection
of cool explosions,
rocketfire dust in a bottle of blue
Two feet and eighty years apart
Metanoia
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you?
From the train
Delicious horrifics
(I’m naming names. There’s no
other way to get a conviction.)
I went from sunshine to a purple forest.
To loves undeep and loves untrue.
A chilly destiny!
Ruined digits, waxy eye,
leafy stone, milky thigh –
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Sue –
violent loves in a violet
violet hue
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