On cloud-pressed evenings
you hear them being delivered
when the choral earth
is soft and swelling.
A creaking growth
a crèche of mycelia
confined in dark dilations.
Together hydrous hyphae hum
while fungal buds umbrella
shaping wet white moons
from a spore bearing fusion.
They appear, glowing-
fat with light, new babies,
each button a bombshell
of umami
in the endless labor
of a birthing mud.
Categories:
hydrous, poverty,
Form: Free verse
If my behaviour is rude or objectionable.
What I need to learn to make it sustainable?
I studied surrealism and swathe me susceptible,
To concrete relations to develop surmountable,
But I temporize to learn your surreptitious gamble.
Then your religion adopted me a non religious,
And treated a birth distortion in human factitious,
Factotum a fait accompli not identifiable crush,
My soul is evil not a body needs purification by hydrous.
My kindness and forgiveness converted me a feeble.
But hypertension shows me your hygienic hyperbola,
To curse my appetite not your spare to gain Lola,
You feel cold and hot and used me to assemble cola,
How can I excuse my children remember your Bola?
Categories:
hydrous, depressionme, me,
Form: Sonnet
I gaze a stalky single-helix cradle,
Squished so in seemingly hydrous blue cover,
Attracts square substantial planes in a bundle.
I embrace now feather's mass helve to ladle
Psychic portraits siphon to it in wander.
My fist fiddles as it scribbles on oodles.
Cuts of a suckling tree, soil, river fondle
Paper, pen, poet in cahoots as lovers
Rupture of a skeptic smug gnostic noodle
Categories:
hydrous, art, imagination, introspection, nature,
Form: I do not know?