Distracted by the
smoldering effigy,
I trip on a pothole
and bloody my knee,
strange anger brewing
to match what I see.
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
Poems and Prose #144 - Stanza
I don my binoculars
and lock eyes with the moon,
air, unhindered by trees,
playing a cold theremin tune.
I lower the device
and drop my gaze, too,
to focus more closely
on the empty space as it moves.
and lock eyes with the moon,
air, unhindered by trees,
playing a cold theremin tune.
I lower the device
and drop my gaze, too,
to focus more closely
on the empty space as it moves.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Poems and Prose #143 - Diffraction
Water falls,
rolls, runs, pools,
just like the masterminds
and just like the fools.
Beneath the surface,
iridescence blooms,
though it has no effect
on how liquid moves.
It does look quite breathtaking, though,
doesn't it?
rolls, runs, pools,
just like the masterminds
and just like the fools.
Beneath the surface,
iridescence blooms,
though it has no effect
on how liquid moves.
It does look quite breathtaking, though,
doesn't it?
Mental Blips #13 - Windex
The windshield's shit-stained,
I notice, the door creaking.
I slouch down lower.
I notice, the door creaking.
I slouch down lower.
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