Tag Archives: writing

Ramrod

Ramrod by Cam M. Roberts   She stuck her flower stem-first into the gun barrel petals-deep We’ll sweat globular bullets until the cross-hairs weep   © CMR, 2014 Advertisements

Posted in 2014, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , ,

Text

Text by Cam M. Roberts   when ever this body left womb half that mind stay hung back like bats lurk amid cold dark deep cave away from sun’s fire ball beam rays burn only love noct urne with soft … Continue reading

Posted in 2014, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , ,

Coda

Coda by Cam M. Roberts   I. Hold me indefinitely as an article of clothing or show me love or the meaning of: Fermata. I’m already worn, broken in by the form of another. How can indeterminate eyes assert such an intransigent inference, then … Continue reading

Posted in 2014, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , ,

Abattoir

Abattoir by Cam M. Roberts   (for Gordon Ramsay)   Bit strange me thinks, for I see nearly half an hour’s passed since dinner service commenced, and we’ve like saints waited for your stubborn herb-crusted rack of lamb.  So… have you wasted our time and … Continue reading

Posted in 2014, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , ,

Crux

Crux by Cam M. Roberts   Behind every kind smile and nod of assent lies an impasse viler than words can mend —     © CMR, 2014

Posted in 2014, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , ,

Ghost Olive

Ghost Olive by Cam M. Roberts   Dear seldom elsewhere Eucharist — Eldest Presbyter,   Who forgives?  What gives? When shiver?  Where liver? Why live?  How deliver?   Sincerely, Apéritif [Posthumous Emeritus]   © CMR, 2014

Posted in 2014, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , ,