Dead in the morning

Alive come the night

Naked in blue water

Romantic, exotic sights,

Daytime dreary hell

Nighttime  nearly heaven

Such are the lives

So  many are living.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Gravity Sucks”

8:47 AM February 25, 2018


Tin Boats


Tin boats

And fools with moats

Around illusionary


Fishers and kings

Dead numbers and things

Drowning all thought

Of civility.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Gravity Sucks”

7:45 AM February 10, 2018

Two-Thousand Eighteen

Two-thousand eighteen

Clicked in

As the Doomsday clock

Ticked two minutes to midnight,

To find beautiful meadows

Turned into slippery slopes

Where innuendo, accusations, rumor,

Trumped law and order and the system

Of things,

Where a white male

Smiling, nodding, acknowledging beauty

Is guilty of a crime somewhere, sometime,

Where fat ugly minds

Join me 2 movements

Of various ilks,

And like the laundry pod eaters

Spit twisted and troubled views

Into the face of the world.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Gravity Sucks”

9:01 AM January 27, 2018