Onoma

Onoma 4d

days feel as

if they've

become white

light shockwaves,

in a motionless

cul de sac.

Onoma May 10

Japanese floating

lanterns go up...

as depths are

reassembled under

a nameless bridge.

Onoma May 6

rain is popping

off my awning

now--it's as if

i can see a herd

of droplets scattered

to quench the ground.

saturation is an incredible

symbol.

Onoma May 6

when a snake

camouflages its

tied rope--sleeping

with fangs sealed

in its mouth.

a hush moves through

a jungle.

Onoma May 6

caressing a

broken twig--

as Baby's Breath

rattles.

punctuated by

the blackest

birdies.

Onoma May 4

the sky has

fallen for the

mimicry of

flowers.

over selfsame

fields, swearing

to carry on the

scent.

Onoma May 2

Taste Water

a smear of

passing...

wonderfully

drawn from.

Now I-I can

taste water.

there existing

no remenant,

but that Taste.