An Ellipses Across the Night

In the hills, the clouds rose like wisps of smoke above the horizon’s cusp Where the sun touched land, the land warmed, momentarily, until the gust; Lovers laid beneath those clouds of smoke and wisp, waiting for the night To come on so suddenly, for romance to unfold – torrential strike of vitality Burning red-hot, …

dim

-- the diminished light – further fades… hues of reality slip into shade   daylight. another day begins to dawn: the fog playfully sprints between the Rows. WAKE UP!   I am awake…        dissipating rapidly, daylight fades.   I am alive for the last time                                                                                                             Wake up!   the light from within …

shitty poem #495

And the days dragged on like laborers trudging into the unknown night: The canary was screaming that the tunnel was coming down, As internally everything was bursting outward, exploding;... Meanwhile nothing mattered except love, And even that was fleeting and transient Like mist in some mountains of nowhere, no one cared to explore. While everyone …

A Poem Robert Frost Would Have Written if He Lived Today, And, Like Me, Didn’t Want to…

another day passes as clocks refuse to tick as subtle things, you’d like to miss, for once, seem to click while gardeners with pale skin, green thumbs, and blue eyes knock the world’s unorthodox problems down to size and nothing around, or even out there, truly change but instead, tilt on its axis staying parallel …

Part I

When insanity hung at the corners of the universe, and Time stopped to pay tribute to those lost As the world kept spinning spinning spinning faster than a Salesman’s gab When in the streets, rooftops we’d sit, speculating, formulating theories About theories As nights wasted being wasted slipped by like droplets of liquor Into the …