#still-life
I want to exile
from this still-life (though it is
still life), but I found
so hard even my
own motion within those stiff,
immobile patterns
of living... How knows?
Maybe there is no rise and
fall, but the gaudy
illusion; the cold,
inevitable stasis
of dried paint spots on a wall.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Elegantly poised in a sea of tranquil turmoil
lifted by gifted hands attached to fragile arms
a Car bomb based in a flesh vase.
Held still by Chlorine Floral Car bonds.
Breathe it in and exhale again and again
a Ban don waist recycled idioms waste
Follow the leader and fall behind clouds
Joviality in small doses, sheep clothing
Aubade in haste sonar demilune about face.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC