Thursday, November 1, 2012

Ross Liskov- A Poem

you can have a mother and father and still be a bastard

wandering lost and lonely
as a Manson girl
I was looking
for some bearded guru
but all I found
were these  empty parking lots
I wandered the streets filled
with dead birds
and clouds muttering to themselves
I was looking for a pot of gold
but all I found was poetry
I wandered over by the tracks
and thought about suicide
but knew even then
that I'm too much of a coward
I wandered lost and lonely
like a severed hand
crawling up the burning walls of Hell
and I'm still looking for something
to rid me of all this bullshit.


  1. I like this poem by Ross Liskov. The only thing that bothers me is that it is the third one by him that I have read recently that seems to my amateur ear to be riddled with depression.

    Ross did great things with Opium 1.0 and 2.0 and Asphodel Madness 1.0 and 2.0. That is why I hope his recent poems are written not from personal experience but simply made up. Since I make up most of the stuff I write, I hope this is true for Ross at this time as well.

    All the best, Ross