Please Death, give my parents one more day.
They’ve yet to apologize.
They’ve yet to change.
Do not take them away until
I hear new things said
Give them one more day
As many as it takes
I don’t mind the wait.
poetry
“Maze” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryLife are you pleased with yourself
At the cleverness of the maze you’ve designed.
Do you feel joy when I get confused
Do you feel guilt when I get tired
Have you grown bored
“Silence” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWhy the silence?
I see you
I feel you
I remember you
Why the silence?
You used to listen
You used to move at my command
You used to be a part of me
“A Distance Commuted and Calculated” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWho will take my place on the road
As the distance folds on top of itself.
Every day in the dark
Every night in the bright
Traveling Death’s domain
Surprise a shudder
The candle goes out
a new poem: “Their Hyperion Ethos” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryThe unfinished poet rides horses of wild talent
having fled the chariot, lost to the sun
No More guiding ropes
No more frantic hopes
There is only holding on as the distances fly by
Eyes shut, landscapes unseen whisper and scream
Words pile and stack high
Watch where horses step
Hooves catch snapping across overlapping concepts
The poet tumbles down splashing somewhere profound
a new poem: “The Never Generation” by Thomas Typewriter and Jason Arcand
poetryI am alone but not lost
From role to role
My soul freely flows
In dawn, in dusk
We are not separate but only briefly lost.
Too small for our roles,
Exchanging vessels till they fit
In forest, in night
I draw forth.
In ocean, in day
A pattern larger than our eyes
An unheard sound vibrates forever
Across one thousand talking fingers
Across one generation never more
a new poem: “Holidays” by Thomas Typewriter and Jason Arcand
poetryEmpty shelves in the aisles overflowing
Reminding me
Anxieties past planted once again growing
Uneasy words skate away
Reminding me
All thoughts eventually stray
a new poem: “Co” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryThe collective language of co-operation collects a colorful collection of linguistic collaborations covering the co-dependent and the co-independent conditions.
a new poem: “A Murder Of”
poetryA murder of crows had a score to settle
The choice had to made
They heard what you had said
They heard your tone
And vowed we are not alone
Children of the Night, Children of the Sun
Our vengeance be done
Three-cuts-thirty
Violence plays dirty
a new poem: “Self-Doubt, Self-Growth” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryTransgression is the obsession
The artist would say
that brings the words into play.
Yet they…
…knocked…
…kneaded…
…self-betrayed…
Question the sessions
Asking is there a different way
to discover the words to convey.
Thomas Typewriter 
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