Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonDeath
Death is not coming for me. Death has lived with me all my life. Death sits with me when I write and rides on the passenger's side for long discussions when I drive. Death tells me he has been many places. Everywhere, I would think, I replied. Yes, everywhere....
The Loch Ness Monster
The Loch Ness monster’s in my soup, how shall we ever find him? Beneath the waves of ‘O’s’ and ‘A’s,’ in pools afloat with ‘J’s’ and ‘K’s,’ the fiendish creature hides and plays. My spoon has scraped his boney back, I’ve tried to lure him with a snack but every time I...
Three Moving on the Mountain
three moving on the mountain the man the bear the hawk the stride the lumber the soar
I Refuse
What exactly is the reason for your refusal? Why not join the main game? Everyone is winning. To be a winner, what do you have to lose? Maybe you’ll be lucky. ...
As an Old Man
As an old man I want to be considered unarmed yet extremely dangerous. Instead of nurses at my bedside, guards at the door. No tubes, but chains barely keeping me from a life that is yet to be. I want to see fear in the eyes of the young men who guard me. Instead of...
River Poem
the river runs through the town into the town out of the town the river locates the town it is on the river a river town the town confines the river the river divides the town the council building bridges the river is on its mind an old man fishing the river is on his...
Singularity
When I was a child I chose the characters I would play. I was a blue coat soldier, I was a tear stained Cherokee, I was a white haired General in the White House deaf to rage. As I grew older a slow gravity began to pull me into one dense concentricity of self....
Day Fire
Marco Island, Florida The day fire descends into the sea to rest among the dolphins.
Winter Night
All night long the stars flowered and it was spring.