The gentle azure grace of dusk's fleeting light
A clove, a clutch, a trussell A bramble, a bundle and rush Buffoons, balloons, the fools Are tools, rust sweat at noon they must. The nails all rolled and wrangled In the endless tussle fuss, But never rough the newfangled They rather would gather dust. All while thorns for horn wood Thatch the thistle born … Continue reading a flower, a tool (a poem)
“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
Sometimes, I find myself envious of the lifestyle of a dog. I cannot help but think, it would be nice to be a dog, with a kind owner or family. I only hope, that they would spoil me, feed me people food more than they should. But maybe that is asking too much, even if … Continue reading Sometimes I am Envious of Dogs (a poem)
Remember (a poem) I remember, only to forget. Remember who I am. ~ I am Death, I am life. I am all, I am nothing. I am man, I am beast. I am divine, I am daemon. I am whole, I am broken. I am strength, I am weakness. I am wise, I am foolish. … Continue reading Remember (a poem, 2019)
Hollow Face of Straw (dream / a poem) We burned it all, the golden straw, A city of wicker and flame. All men they fell down to the earth, Ash having lost its name. ~ With a lone curse descended, His toes turned claw and fin. A life ashore is ended, Amongst the murk therein. … Continue reading Hollow Face of Straw (dream / a poem, 2018)
