Tag 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 | 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
scott moore | baja
BAJA Through imaginary walls Or guarded gates A winding dusted trail where Real bandito’s and cowboys Play for Keeps Rattlesnakes and cacti Line roads of phony gringo tolls Thumping cats and coyotes With no time to stop The madness blurs Continue reading scott moore | baja