I ride the bus...
Tilt a bit, balance-
ponder later. Yolk yellow
and sky blue, chalk
grey paint. Steel
rectangles; winding parallel
lines. Circles- Eternal.
Toothed horizons-
golden rose shaped sunset
tauten, its nectar
steeps; blushes. Inks gnarled
columns of trees, dusky, their
limbs webbed crosses
open to royal skies like
birthing petals, feathery
in twilight of Spring.
I drive a car...
Hyroid barriers.
Knavery fears. Strands cut like
shards. Glittering. Seamless.
Oily image-
tints of bereavement- becloud-
diabolus gullet. Shock.
Cruer pissades through
sea blue veins, weaving its course
through the body. Left
turn, straight. Right turn. Stop.
Rotary-circus. Yield. Go.
Emblazen. Exit.
Sunlight through drops
shaking off of Summer green
canopies-Diamonds-
imortally. Eve,
Adam. Male, female- supreme.
Insanity. Gods.
Brilliancy from
inception of star clusters.
Time-worn. Creator.
Categories:
diabolus, allusion, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Haiku
It has no rain,
for there is no sun,
there be no reasons for children to run,
there is no light at the end of the road,
there is no kiss for the prince of toads,
there is no love as strong as this,
as the eyes of a snake and its powerful hiss,
only those days in which i miss,
could love so sweet not come with a kiss,
my hope is gone,
an i sing this song,
for all things we dreamed is only but done.
Categories:
diabolus, angel, love,
Form: ABC