#flamingos
When the Flamingos return home
with their pink flourish flaring up the horizon,
my shadow grows taller, stranger.
At an untidy pace, it grows,
swifter than my feet,
outsmarting my sanity.
With contours blurred to a hazy oblivion,
a stranger to me I become. I search me
hiding in the shadow of a Chimeric illusion.
My impish shadow plays hide and seek -
long in the morning,
weeny at noon,
weird again in the evening, but
never it leaves me!
When Flamingos return home,
it cruises with the setting sun
across the mystical waters
beneath the earth
to return to me
with the blissful colours
of a new dawn!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
A crow dares to mourn his
loneliness after he failed to
commit to his ******
And the flamingo dares
to say to all her flamboyance,
"Your feathers may not shine
as luminous as my
own," while the magpies standby and
enjoy their lives too much.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Beautiful
and
Improbable.
Like so many
of our
human
relationships.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
hammock and a stack of playboys.
first emerged,
boy.
feature trees and teens and punch drunk lovers.
chalk murals,
girl.
into the quiet density of love.
quiet city.
dance party, usa.
we end up making movies about our fathers
whether we know it or not.
home videos.
we double down on arcade tickets
& spin for a kite to tangle.
climb the town hill and bury our warmth.
kiss to forget or remember this bliss
& strange language.
strange sprawl of lights seen.
the homeowner’s association melt a pile of plastic flamingos
into an idol osiris.
dead god.
& wait,
wait for halloween.
our parentals diligently sweat.
they are conjurors of snacks and supper.
they are creatures of the ritual routine.
we ritual.
we homework.
we breathe easy, waiting for nothing.
(except for more holidays)
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC