Rorschach may have been a chaotician.
Category: Poetry of sorts
Musings: 2 poems
By Claude Lorrain - Web Gallery of Art: Image Info about artworkhttp://www.mfa.org/collections/object/apollo-and-the-muses-on-mount-helicon-31442, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=466607 Wanting If dying, I would say… burn me. I want an eastern ascent, clouds of me rising. Or stretched on a bier & taken up by fast disappearing avifauna. Particulates Motes of me winged. carried away Don’t bury me … Continue reading Musings: 2 poems
Ambiguity
If my fears cripple me, how then cope with a world afraid?
THE ANTHROPOCENE
Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.
Matters knot
A both aye’ve scene on downy wings, boughed beneath moonlit knight. And ate black cats in Alis rooms, two fat to eke a mouse. Eye’ve Romed, I’ve clowned, aye’ve neighsayed big gots Playered colour on a feeled, without the u. vs. me. Meet in the sandwich, meat in the language. We wander lonely as a … Continue reading Matters knot
Inkstained fingers 