Beside the lather of the sea, he watches her watch he watch she kicking through fallen leaves of summer drought. And like the rest of us contemplating if this indeed is the end.
Category: Poetry of sorts
Thoughts
Rorschach may have been a chaotician.
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 