bitter time runs frantic
always chanting about summer lust
and sordid sausages
drunk as a mad goddess on honey
the delirious black shadow screams a symphony
crushes the raw mist soaring in the lake
and dreams the sun away
Monthly Archives: September 2021
Kiss
sweet peach music sings a light whisper
in a garden of spring roses
spraying languid honey dreams over lazy forest rocks
my arm in yours
bare feet and the misty sea
the summer wind and the moon
the shadow and tiny petals
soar
and
shine
Cloud
the enormous black apparatus
lies still
sleeping with
a thousand bitter shadows
never recalling
the delirious rust sky
and lazy purple wind
pounding, singing, whispering
a quick storm beneath