the poetry of Charles Fry

julian

1995–1994

dim Mornings in the underground

so close so real
these times we share
mere shadows reaching
for each other
through opaque pains
of time stained living

so faint
my image sometimes wanes
when solitude confines it
but as i open
reach to share
through dust and debris
that were once forgotten

i become more Real
grab hold of my self
of who i am
of who i really am

oh the joy
of human closeness
oh the beauty
of the human soul

Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace

the poetry of Charles Fry

belle

2007–2002

dada

2002–1999

sundance

1999–1997

frere

1997–1995

julian

1995–1994

stone

1994–1993

dim Mornings in the underground