Half Drunk Muse Poetry


The Factory of Dead Things by William Taylor, Jr.

I have seen a lifetime of dreams
like so many birds
shot from the sky by some redneck’s

I have seen the horror of life written
in the eyes of stillborn faces
like chapters from a dimestore

The days arrive on my doorstep
straight from the factory of dead things
and I line my hours up against the wall
and pick ‘em off one by one.

There is a strange music in my head
and it sounds like the suicide
of angels.

and I could not tell you which I am more
afraid of;

life or

I try explaining this
to a friend over many beers on a
monday afternoon

and he suggests a change of scenery,
perhaps a trainride to somewhere I’ve never
been. Familiarity breeds
contempt, he tells me.

I suppose he’s right, but
then again
most things do.

View bio for William Taylor, Jr. Published in All Poems 1999-2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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