Out of control
They come to hurt, at inopportune times. Finned and fishy notions, marauding like sharks- hammerheads in teapot oceans. I’ve a head full of dark, as I drive. Under a rainy … Continue Reading Out of control
Serendipitous
As if the deck had been shuffled by some calculating clown, we were thrown together. More than once. More than thrice. Our two wrongs. But, oh! You made me blush … Continue Reading Serendipitous
In thrall
Dreamt figmentspushing the day’s white envelope; conducting a march of left-footed circles. I am no Joker, I do not think. Image: https://pixabay.com/users/spiritbunny-16389/
Glitterati
The immediate- awash with musts and can’ts. The distance glitters.
Seconds
~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
Nonchalance
Endings today- A small thing, as if hit, flails its last on the hot roadway, its doubtful heart and kicking legs wanting only to run, to run. And I have … Continue Reading Nonchalance
In song
An Aria for the Sky A Hymnal for the Earth An Anthem for the Ocean A symphony for the Sun *** Image from Pixabay
Two rooms
We sleep separately (good neighbours that way) I plug in and am known as Vader. The motors of her snore are like a cheetah’s purr and, of late, she reports … Continue Reading Two rooms
The speeder
I have threads, vignettes. Some fleshed out. Others at loose ends. This unseemly train has lost its brakes- can’t stop at ancient stations. Those sad confreres are left stranded, waving. … Continue Reading The speeder
Fallen
I tasted shampooas I lay in the dry tub,all bones pill-broken,noseblood in rivuletson porcelain. And my desperado thought:Come to me now,for I cannot reach for youany more.
Free at last
~Raindark cobblestone. Walk in sheen of gaslights. The cold. My gloves, galoshes. I’ve left his door at last. His fist, threatening-but never again, now. His silence bought. I have done … Continue Reading Free at last
Hearth and home
City bustle- swimmers in the deep air, all alive as bees. Urgent fetchings, bound soon for night homes. Closed curtains, cold hearths. *** Image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/stocksnap-894430/
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