Category Archives: Scott Moore
scott moore | a pin prick
A pin prick in the drone of hydraulic lines quiet the footsteps of red brick slurry a red tail hawk nests in the copula above the rectory slate from a copper nest…. he watches never far from sight circled and Continue reading scott moore | a pin prick
scott moore | nobodies don’t sweat the rules
scott moore | wayward in cambridge
Wayward in Cambridge Comfortably seated Between Harvard and MIT The lizard lounge Just a month earlier I turned some heads when I got drunk with a couple slammers (slam poets) And fell down a flight of steps This time around Continue reading scott moore | wayward in cambridge
scott moore | head wound
Head wound there are no chapbooks calling my name no money saved for an accomplished writer to edit my words no tears to share with you no dead poet that haunts my dreams just me…and my Petri dish naked and Continue reading scott moore | head wound
scott moore | sucker punch
SUCKER PUNCH Silent and captive A coping mechanism What ticked loudly Was now silent The run had been healing Perfect days lined in rows Seldom seen the last few years The crazy times were over I promised, I promise Sentence Continue reading scott moore | sucker punch
scott moore | the greek girls know
The Greek girls know It’s not what might Come to mind No back doors To access in ones behalf A wedding, a friend Not far from failure The reception A three flight fall The farm, Metaxa Waterfalls and Dancing women Continue reading scott moore | the greek girls know
scott moore | sun stroke
SUN STROKE I see you, your eyes A perfect sun in perfect sky Rolling waves etch the sandy shore A rainbow of fashion faux pas Oiled and baking in fantasy Little kids in surf shirts Chasing waves and freckles And Continue reading scott moore | sun stroke
scott moore | jenn
JENN Her shoes Lay on the floor Lonely spectators To the act, five Toes exposed Through Peephole socks She drags A war time purse Beat and stretched From Too many forgets Her knees Dirty in desperation Her face Pocked and Continue reading scott moore | jenn
scott moore | contemplating
CONTEMPLATING What to say The wolves above my fax They never leave The alpha, his eyes won’t submit That fucking scares me sometimes Maybe a psychologist could tell The other significances, but I’m too poor right now to care I’ve Continue reading scott moore | contemplating