gentle rain,
flavouring the night
with earthly spring scents,

soak this land,
make it pregnant

- a marsh
or a pond,

white nenufars,
damselflies,
fireflies,

shimmering glows
for blinding the doom...!

yeah you did
and now you don't
'cause this furry one
pulled the carpet
on the oldie and her
smashing umbrella
and finally
took his revenge
even texted it in 140 plain
characters or less
yeah i ate the tweety
and it made me burp but
this putty tat taught the tage
#thehellwiththebirdie

the girl is sitting
in the door step
in the back of the house

pans in the kitchen
melting caramel scent
smothered voices
in the old radio

kids are playing
bikes and dolls

a hammer
an electric buzz
men repairing
or building

the girl is still

don't move
don't talk
don't dare

she accepted the fear

she doesn't know
no one is
holding her back

placid mirror
in the colding sun
reverberating yellow
in strokes of orange

a rusty dark floats
with a bluish touch
of an absence

the oarsman
is not there

the night cloak
roars nearby

dance and dance away

enhance that beat
a compass of you
a pitch of high

dance dance that way

round the fire
a walking pulse
preparin' the flight

dance a rising sway

drums' echo rumble
****** and rattle
the bracelets

dance and dance away

close the night
enclose the dark
foster that tempo

dance your dancin' way

call on that rhythm
across a note of blue
comp in colour the chords

dance dance

maybe he'll stay
willing to dance

to dance

to my dear me,
appearing still in three d

i remember you
playing catch with me
trying to out run me
childishly and laughing

i remember you
grimacing a svelter figure
composing a pose
with some lover

i notice often now your alarm
for this unidimensional you
gets plural in the downing of days
and you look for which of me is you then

but which of you is me then
is really what's troubling you
because don't you see it you're growing flat
and i surely dream not of roundness

so dear me in such a
dimension of extinction
oblige me and let me catch you
you my antumbra from my point of view

you run out of light i am a lesser pale shade of you
we know we shall fully fit into a penumbra

                                                       ­                                  your devoted shadow

A hasty hiss, roaring, engulfing all.