ready

August 4, 2017

young steps around the corner,

cold

black coffee exuding

blazing exhilaration,

a jumpsuit of sorts

bouncing off my bed.

And dreaming of mud,

even my sneakers sniggered:

“Come in,

I’ve always hoped to be ready

for the unexpected.”

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Chim Chim Cher-ee

July 12, 2017

“Winds in the east, 

mist coming in, 

Like somethin’ is brewin’ 

and bout to begin. 

Can’t put me finger

on what lies in store, 

But I fear what’s to happen,

all happened before.”
****

stomatopods

May 4, 2017

the human eye can perceive

only a fraction

of all existing colors.

And yet we believe

the world was created

with us in mind

~*~

January 16, 2017

Downstream from a distant dream

I’ve seen a string of steps

A human-made Aurora Borealis,

and it led up to this land

of unfamiliar color,

of earths and skies that had blend together,

ethereally.

A dried-up place

in the womb of the Northern Lights.

 

**

December 23, 2016

“I’ve been here before.

I think that it was last December”

“There was no here before,

but I’m so happy you remember”

***

December 8, 2016

“I wish I had a river

I could skate away on”

*

July 15, 2016

there must be something more

to happiness

than the sum of its parts

oulipo

May 12, 2016

où suis-je, ces eaux sont pas à moi,

Ulysse, rebrousse chemin car t’as

largué trop de grandes vagues et là, trop

ivre ton bateau s’en va, nos

pâles marées s’effacent déjà, donc

ôte ta peau et coule-moi ça

elusive

May 6, 2016

there’s warmth
somewhere in the air
and in the midst of some sort of drunkness
there’s life
somewhere in the air

some kind of light that soaks in darkness

sarcophagus

April 26, 2016

it went up in smoke
but no one saw a thing,
or heard the noise,
or felt the trepidation,
but the traces of it grew,
and grew,
steadily trapping our hands
and feet, and heartbeats
in thick layers of unforgetfulness,
to be buried only
by time