Brown haired Blue Eyed God

Danny Kam — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 22:47:02 +0000

frank’s bar and grill
is filled with foolish people who
talk foolishly about the fate of the
free world.

frank’s bar and grill
tilled by the hired hands work
to ready the soil for a new
season.

waiting. we wait impatiently
for the seed of a new crop
to grow in a new year
with new tears.

Danny Kam — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 05:41:32 +0000

the flood in the midwest
crested. and all the
restless people
festered as they
waited for the fatal facts
to flounder out the fear.

…1…3.5

Danny Kam — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 04:44:45 +0000

the low hum of a hard-boiled computer,
as brothers play calloused cards in the other room,
hums to the terrible tune of the untriumphant world,
to the tune of a soul stuck in traffic
like a dead man who is still
alive in the key of
love.

but love is not a commodity
it is not an curious oddity
like so many have before thought
it cannot be bought and sold like
consumeristic clothes or
Jesus Christ. it has to be bought
with a price.

…good saturday…

Danny Kam — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 00:39:50 +0000

good saturday
wedged between friday
and a resurrection
is sometimes frightfully
forgotten.

Danny Kam — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:54:01 +0000

when I look out the window
I see no shifting shadows on the
shallow cement
I see no paupers begging for a
hollow piece of bread
I see no hard nosed harlot
working to feed her kid
I see no Fantine
no Valjean
no Javert
only air and breathy
silence. in a silent
town in a silent
wooden room. with
silent desks, and silent
peculiar radios.

…

Danny Kam — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 08:35:36 +0000

if I was who I said I was
then I would be who I say
I am
but I am not
nothing but a filthy fraud
sometimes.
and sometimes not.

…looking toward good Friday…

Danny Kam — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 02:13:45 +0000

he is dead
and I am spent
for three years
I followed him.
I am gone
and he is dead
with no hope
to ever be raised again.

…

Danny Kam — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 23:25:19 +0000

there are no more grey ghosts
no more small spirits lurking
in the corners of the coroners office
there are no more luminous incantations
no more spellbound spell books
hiding on the shelves waiting to be
experimented
magic is dead, magic is gone

Ballerinas and brokenness

Danny Kam — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 07:49:50 +0000

This site is dedicated to all who are looking for their tigers that they have lost. Search for him in the seven systems of deconstruction links to your right.