trickling streams enlist fingers stroke
translating silent stares script air bubbles
soul skirmishes dying and breath twitches
her amort jabs shatter blind eyes
soft breaths linger aphonic sighs
surfboarding alongside rocky creeks
you wish to decry me with metaphors
whispered secrets shared solely betwixt us
words untied weighed by fireflies glow
bemoaning to aurify amid fiery solar flares
hoping for air in a pathless stream
let me shed words from balm of dry lips
you said that you might catch them
I've seen the way a glass dances, though
slips through your fingers and shatters
I hear a forlorn violin pluck its strings
catacombs lurk in a hollow cage
when it beleaguers, it wails and shrieks
an uncaged spirit walks with a dog
left, just a beshrew echo in a silent world
Categories:
surfboarding, silence, words,
Form: Free verse
Around 9 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels
on YouTube. When it laughed
the birds in its head fell silent
as if some cave-ogre had spontaneously
combusted.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
It day-dreamed,
now and then it thought of sex,
but in a nonrealistic way.
Around 6 O’clock, Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,”
it said.
Categories:
surfboarding, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Around 10 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
Around six in the evening
Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,” it said.
Categories:
surfboarding, poetry,
Form: Free verse