Light spring rain ~
just a dandelion
tortured to death.
Late February…
& squandered fog —
O, how squandered…
So cozy is the evening o’ the year;
but the new year…
it’s opening blinds to blinding light
& yanking all the blankets off me…
¿Why?
The grandest meal that lasts is that last supper
cooked warm on death row.
But now
I’m leased to nothing but the clear-skied breeze.
& the’ain’t e’en any leaves.
But wind…
Accompanying music ( courtesy o’ Video Game Music HQ ):
Halfway ’tween
winter & spring ~
rainbow road.
Cold new year ~
the drug my nose needs —
white ice.
New decade ~
new winter for
fleas still spreading…
Río
mientras leo Nietzsche
en su ansia para eternidad
mientras lleva a casa
una bolsa de Jack in the Box en autobús.
Laughing
as I read Nietzsche
lusting after eternity
while I carry home
a bag o’ Jack in the Box on the bus.
Ich möchte dich festhalten —
weicher Atem, schlagendes Herz;
während ich in dein Ohr flüstere,
ich will dich verdammt auseinander reißen.
You gorgeous gothic autumn withered firs
put on the perfect play for these uneasy zephyrs
round this o’ercrowded theater I attend.
Marvel as I push past
too many poems for this tired eye to render —
crowd maple feathers with their rockin’ letters
crying for ’ttention on these building signs &
uncomfortable cars, their neck-ache news screws tightened —
akin to pallored skin on fretting lightning —
a swoonful, sure, but omens ill inviting
as the smoke spread by my unspoken words
creep up to kill the sky without a thought.
Too much abundent love will smother us
with floods o’ sun. But I don’t dare stop —
Black birds
fade to hibernation ~
October moon.
October ~
someone cut many eyes
on every tree.
