Randy Briggs Poems

sometimes, when the
bus drops me off
(it has no knowledge
where I go)
...

Cryptic culture,
Cultic culture,
Consumer culture,
Fake culture,
...

Skyscrapers
Break the sky,
Smog chokes the air,
Endless buildings go on
...

2 a.m.
3 stories high-
Stoned-
Ugly subways trashed
...

Wolves running wild
Beast and beauty,
Howling full moon instigates
The dead to rise above
...

'Pink, you know how I knew you were funny? '

'How? '
...

Golden California
Rays &
People laughing,
Having a good time.
...

Father of
my father,
I never got to
know.
...

I can see it,
I can feel it through the mess halls
of the darkest and damndest ghettos of America,
Its truth moves me like a Greek tragedy.
...

I wake up to feel the weight,

The weight of my soul and my heavy mind
...