When pain approaches
from shadow and encroaches
upon realities unsuspecting
shore than all knowledge
is dead.
A stranger’s perfume.
The furious discharge
of forsaken orgasmic
freedom.
Withdrawal.
An awkward substitute
for love’s cataclysmic
bliss.
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The Poems of Patrick McFarland
- Patrick S. McFarland
- Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States
- Patrick resides in Fort Lauderdale Florida with his beautiful wife of 24 years, two wonderful children, a faithful old dog and three worthless cats.
Omega Sunset
Congealing reality within the
empty void.
The flame of coexistence
extinguished.
The falcon long gone.
We’re left to gaze at an empty,
brooding sky.
Ah Billie, you understood so
long ago.
You tried to tell us but we were
too absorbed in our own delusions
to understand.
Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates
of the holy city and there is
nowhere left to hide.
empty void.
The flame of coexistence
extinguished.
The falcon long gone.
We’re left to gaze at an empty,
brooding sky.
Ah Billie, you understood so
long ago.
You tried to tell us but we were
too absorbed in our own delusions
to understand.
Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates
of the holy city and there is
nowhere left to hide.
Harlem 1955
Walking down Fifth Avenue
on a Sunday afternoon. Shuffling
to the rhythm of the ghetto’s
tortured brilliance.
African Mozarts fill the air with
their street corner symphonies.
Silence ensues as a slow rain begins
to fall. The lively street soon becomes
deserted. A shadow of an ancient
memory.
Turning left on Fifty Second.
A couple huddling in a doorway.
They manage a smile as the lingering
rain continues unabated.
on a Sunday afternoon. Shuffling
to the rhythm of the ghetto’s
tortured brilliance.
African Mozarts fill the air with
their street corner symphonies.
Silence ensues as a slow rain begins
to fall. The lively street soon becomes
deserted. A shadow of an ancient
memory.
Turning left on Fifty Second.
A couple huddling in a doorway.
They manage a smile as the lingering
rain continues unabated.
The Abyss
We’ve pissed
into the abyss
of life leaving
chaos and strife
in our wake
for the sake
of the almighty
buck.
We’ve fucked
society’s dogs;
Rabid bitches
howling madly
through autumn’s
aborted twilight,
their plight abandoned
by the clergy and
the evening news.
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