sometimes passion, sometimes pain
For broke
we live with death
but it's life we die with
al purdy
sometimes passion, sometimes pain
For broke
we live with death
but it's life we die with
al purdy
some of these poems have previously appeared in waves, wot, nebula, white wall review, pierian spring, arthur, simcoe review.
published in an edition of 500 by Ordinary Press, P.O .Box 101, Peterborough, Canada
i share an apartment with two artists
while the wind howled at his tombstone
sometimes passion, sometimes pain
of course it's another love poem
i was trying to drown my sorrow but the bitch knew how to swim
i've bitten my tongue with desire
i spend the rest of my day wondering why we are so love poor at love
between monday and friday courage grows
before lust leaves to go hunting
the night hangs its heroes leaving the morning to bury its dead
the return of the previous dishwasher
they will stick you in the ground like a dog
while the ravens danced in silence