Jenkins Street Poetry Project: 666

Thursday, July 2, 2009

666

Radio’s gone silent.
The end wasn’t violent.
I saw the white moon rise
Over the blasted fields.
Faint light bled through the skies.
Love’s the last hope that yields.

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gerry boydJuly 2, 2009 at 2:17 PM
Route 666? Bravo!
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Welcome to Jenkins Street!

Thanks for visiting! Here you'll find poems I've written since May 2009, when I began a "daily poem" project. I don't write a poem every day anymore, but I try to put something up two or three times a month, at least.

Ginsberg famously said, "First thought, best thought." I doubt that's usually true for most poets, but there is something to be said for freshness and spontaneity. Yes, these are very rough first drafts, but I hope something worthwhile occasionally leaks through the holes between the defects.