#hodgepodge
The circle of life:
Rays of the sun
burnt the santol leaves that were
Dried, red, brown, in a mound
Acrid, pungent.
Jumping crustaceans play with
Sige-sige, puyo, fishes;
Screeching of kikik, on the background
That winged insect, luminous wings before
Trapped that kitten on Alaska can, 370 mL
I see the abandoned casing with a hacked back:
Red, brown, dried, clasping
the bark of that old mahogany tree,
Or santol, leaves
A mark on that childhood memory:
Mother screams
“Go home!”
Arms akimbo
You boil that tower of beer crowns and eat you will!, later
Sweats, sweltering sky
She’s towering.
Pot's rim, circled, I opened.
Ah, the circle of life!
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
A torch at first light
cast upon path
that flicker upon moss
now heath omit garb in her moon quite dark
that is fleece as dawn ajar and her spirit bathe
in grapes that cheek her wiles but hew her sauce
that heals
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
Even lousy writing is terrific practice
Or so they say
I have been practicing
Painting ink on a page
All I can produce
Is sketchy scribble
Illegible and unintelligible
Words that I let dribble
Leaving the canvas blotched and stained
Maybe some will appreciate my thoughts
It is my medicine
From going insane.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC