New decade ~
new winter for
fleas still spreading…
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.
Frosty morn ~
late October
didn’t wait for me…
October evening ~
together @ last,
green slime & red leaves.
Autumn ocean ~
a bus & food truck:
“¡Down in front!”.
A squished slug,
running feet ~
the evil o’ short time.
Late summer morn ~
a mattress
sleeping in the woods.