wordvango

wordvango Feb 2019

My dawn
That this vision
The one in which I'm
Seeing myself on a mountain
Evolved more  human feeling
Prouder and seasoned empathetic  and needy, a small part of the scenery
A drop of  drip a tiny thing a part
Of the whole picture an atom spinning equal to all others
Not superior or special.
In no way just relational
Seeing for once
The majesty of it all.
Hormones be ****** testimonial
I'm man because I am not
Emotional
Calm as the wind or just as
Unconditional. Then gust me down
To the valley in the
Vaginal calm the ****** of my birth
Seeking rebirth
I coiled up fetile

wordvango Feb 2019

Wasting tonight

***** I can't write anything
Worth a **** tonight
Wasting this buzz

wordvango Jan 2019

Knower and the known

Before me a plate
Set with every morsel
Many varieties
I eat
As I shall tasting
Digest

There's so much to eat
Before I know it
I was full

Then died

wordvango Jan 2019

Fantasia ecstasies

And riddles posed in acres where your house must be,
Running all this scared times, rushing on
Now the race, is to the
wagon.  Miles and back come
Far the principle is one  moral
Of this story,
Power
The chains bound tightly
Around the,neck throttling
Paid  to the corner where her box on a rocking chair sits
A white porch daring
Her last and her future to ring out every time,that she and Oppressed
Are suddenly,the future free

wordvango Jan 2019

Encounter

Lanes
Alleys long paths.
Dreamscapes.
Valleys of fallen rock,
A stream trickling through it.
Carving slowly to the bed
Rock beginning
Just south of the choctawahatchee
Where the Sand white as snow
Makes false santas,in fall
And there then
As bushes thorny grey
Close in
Encompass,it all
Then

The

Most kiss,often
Comes
Whilst

In a mirror
On a cold day in
December

From a moist breath
From the north pole

Jan 2019

Rich Hues

Cosi Fan Tutte

In Manolo Blahniks,
While her chair wears her jacket
And her fingernails play Orpheus
   On a cigarette
                         packet,

            A cold goddess in stone
And a flounce of french lace,
     Gravelled footsteps
                            don't lift

Her resting-*****-face.
So I announce
my arrival
With an unconfident cough,
                Her eyes still
on the sunset,
             She tells me to...
                                           ****
                                                   off.

wordvango Jan 2019

Drunken carpenter

My little English unstable friend,
Wobbling out of sidewalks onto streets, that lead to nevers
Alleyways and deadends
Along the wharf the parkway bends
The sailor has been thus way forever,
But you are but a drunken carpenter,
Your legs are accustomed to roofs and hallways, the legs get all wobbly on
This stream and even some astute drunken sailors have drowned, but keep up stumble on ways into the blackness become a floating warning
Come tomorrow morn, lad.
You know.
The faults of all are envy lust and too much broth at the bar,
The bar, the bar down on
Wharf avenue.