"swingeing" poems
What gift is this?
I see colours flashing
With heavy eyelids closed
And burning smoky aromatic herbs
Fill my nostrils
Life suddenly richer,
More vibrant -
Oh but the light! -
The fabulous, dazzling headaches
The spinning, pinning pain
The swinging, swingeing mood
Now the transient slideshow
Almost romantic dances
Of a neighbourhood's pitying glances
Whether to hug or spit venom?
There's a snake in my head.
And my family's faces...
Iron resolve
Crumbled by rusting tears.
The suspense is killing us.
This delay is like comedy.
The hiatus of having
A foot in each world.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
She was a burning woodland glow, she was a glacial mass floe...
She was a vivacious chirpy bird, she was a lustrous keen sword...
She was a lascivious carnal dream, she was a pleasant amiable beam...
She was a dreadful animus love, she was an exquisite angelic dove...
And he made her swingeing quirk seize, she went slacken and then bled beige !!
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC