EPITAPH. A Poem R.M. Engelhardt

EPITAPH A Poem by R.M.Engelhardt With Music By Will Nivins Love Is The Devil spoken word Project 2007 EPITAPH R.M. Engelhardt

Dark Magic

DARK MAGIC It Was the 1st time I heard Jim Morrison Wail/Scream Through an Old transistor Radio while Sitting on a Bench at the Beach I was Five years Old and There was In my midst Electricity & Fear & something I had never heard Before If you Give this man A ride sweet Family…

Nostalgia Act

NOSTALGIA ACT Aren’t you that Poet who was famous Once? That poet Who lived Downtown That wore That old leather Jacket & who Was kinda like A punk rock vampire Lord Byron meets Edgar Allan Poe Guy? I really liked That poem you Wrote the young millennial Girl says It was totally awesome My mom…

An Angel

An angel runs Thru the sudden light Thru the room A ghost precedes us A shadow follows us And each time we stop We fall

THE GRIM REAPER NEEDS A HOBBY

The grim reaper must be lonely Or perhaps God is, sending him Fishing for musicians, poets & actors, jesters and the like. Or maybe the reaper was just bored in a place where it’s always Dark and never light. So he decided to play a joke on us And made our new leader the joke…

“I’ve always been a word guy, I like weird words and I like American slang and all that and words that are no longer being used… I like to drag them out of the box and wave them around… this is an interesting one, it’s amazing how in addition to punctuation just a little pause…