Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
JAGGED EDGE for Jimi Hendrix, Master Poet inspiration Give my regards to Dolly Dagger, see her smile as I pen my last words, opening the envelope of my parting love letter, with a sharpened stiletto that her mother gave her, Continue reading Jagged Edge by Bruce Michael Foley
THIEVES AND KILLERS I got up real early on Saturday’s, when there was a layer of dew on just about everything, like the glazed honey on the buns I stole at Skinner’s corner store when the cashier wasn’t looking, I’d Continue reading Thieves and Killers by Bruce Michael Foley
THUNDERBIRD for J.D. This is the stuff of black eyes blood and jail cell nightmares, after the cops have beat you senseless, your pants soaked in piss, then your buddy posts bail, and you go ahead stumble on down to Continue reading Thunderbird by Bruce Michael Foley
BLOOD ON THE RISE for Jim Morrison, Poet & Mystic Shaman I tripped into the late show sliding up close to the lizard king, laid out on the worlds stage, he was tired of acting, acting too real, he Continue reading Blood On The Rise by Bruce Michael Foley
BITCH for Frank Stanford, Legendary Poet Of River Floods and Delta Moons Maybe if I got down on all fours begged like a dog, licking the dirty leather black boots of your imaginary dominance over me, maybe I’d be given Continue reading Bitch by Bruce Michael Foley
SAXOPHONE BLUES for the one, the only, divine Leonard Cohen your eyes are shades pulling down neon night, voice of velvet tone, a saxophone, slow, smooth tender dripping blues, play on with those fingertips that kill, make that horn moan, Continue reading Saxophone Blues by Bruce Michael Foley
FERAL for Aya Louisa If you’re blind to the lunatic shine in the full moons smile, if you haven’t bathed in its glow igniting your madness and inner fire, then you’re not one of us, an ardent lover of night, Continue reading Feral by Bruce Michael Foley
COME TO CALL We heard him holler from the back bedroom, “Mama, tell them boys to wait, I’m just about done fixing up my boot lace.” But what he didn’t know was, the county sheriff was waiting too, with one Continue reading Come To Call by Bruce Michael Foley
WHEN A KISS CONDEMNS How often shine betrays. The tempting lure of sensual ease, purchased for Judas, a grave. Thirty silver coins, a noose when love, priceless, pays out freely. Bruce Michael Foley about Bruce Michael Foley. I was born Continue reading When A Kiss Condemns by Bruce Michael Foley
WANTED: POLITICAL MESSIAH My spirit went low low as a penny in hardened piss, stuck to a shit house floor. My knee buckles now and my neck still cracks, but the cats get fed, there’s a pill for every sorrow. Continue reading Wanted: Political Messiah by Bruce Michael Foley