
Spring poem silent learnings precious stones a n d wondrous r e m e d i e s The sound of sobriety and the smell of t i m e l e s s deaths Insinuations fake propriety full-on minimalism u n m a d e b e d
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Spring poem silent learnings precious stones a n d wondrous r e m e d i e s The sound of sobriety and the smell of t i m e l e s s deaths Insinuations fake propriety full-on minimalism u n m a d e b e d
Wooden eyes and long, lean legs a uniquely sophisticated sense of humour (his words) He moved around / all fabled theatrics / while she watched his orchestrating moves from afar * Wooden skin and fast beat steps a uniquely sophisticated sense of humour (she couldn't tell) He made his speech / all fabled theatrics / and they all vowed— - blind - deaf - wordless - m a r i o n e tt e s
//We both felt dizzy with verses Electrified! Living in orchid Spaces Lucid— All those rhymes of yore Such widowed thoughts Our lonely oasis// /Moon passages And wicked faces Bespoke suits, Poetic races Discerning fables and Fizzy odes/ //We both felt dizzy with verses Electrified! Living in orchid Spaces Such widowed thoughts One homely oasis Lucid— All the rhymes Of yore//
He felt like sneezing; laughing to himself; or remaining silent Helplessly searching for drowsy stories to put into words "Finish that page!" the choir - w h i l e h e h u m m e d a h o p e f u l t u n e - kept chanting And then, just like that, he departed Thankful for the life he’d lived loved l e f t
I tiptoe around this, my d r e a m garden as you undress my thoughts with d e f t hands a bright blue M o o n just won’t stop shining even as the t i m e comes to w a k e u p
A yellow rose a bright red Moon these wrinkled thoughts— they need some ironing I outstretch my arms, I yawn, I smile— safe in the knowledge that I am not immortal /Loathing this endless loop of lazy sounds/ * A yellow rose a bright red Moon those wrinkled thoughts— they crave some irony A spider web some deep, brown eyes— a saturnine reflection in my morning coffee /Loathing this endless loop of lazy sounds/ * A yellow rose a bright red Moon those wrinkled thoughts— they need some ironing Where did She go? I sensed her, near— yet now she's nowhere around to be seen /O Muse, come back, bearing harmonious gifts— effacing this senseless loop of lazy s o u n d s/
allure, allure, a silent sulk a smile, a doubt ~ A change of r o u t e ~ a fear of drought, these crispy beds. the linens—blue ~ The eternal s h a d e s ~ with open eyes these thought parades— I sense them all ~ The storm p e r v a d e s ~ it rains and rains, and soaks the truth— all magic rites ~ A silent s u l k ~ allure, allure this hidden truth. a smile, some doubt, ~ This endless s h o u t ~ the sweaty words, these crispy beds. the sirens—blue ~ The calmness f a d e s ~ with open eyes those thought parades— I sense them all ~ T h e s t o r m p e r v a d e s ~
Feeling homesick all stranded left the building keys inside it— no way back He’s now so lost Lights are on the lamp still shining those shelves— empty Books all gone Who’s the liar who’s the beggar who’s the thief— This empty soul Feeling homesick all stranded left the building keys inside it— no way back He’s now so lost He’s got talent he’s a genius such smoked mirage— portrait, Pawn
Moving on with life— enhancing m o s o d / ice won’t break as you skate o n / Drawing on this sensual, s l i p p e r y s r a e u f c / enraptured by those i c e t i c k l e s / Feet moving to the sound of a s i l e n t w i p r h s e / ice won’t break as you skate o n / An ageless s u p e r n o v a in this perpetual w i n t e r s k y
Walking barefoot on fresh grass rain keeps smearing this old draft / Faint reflections o f o u r d a m p r e a l i t y / Dizzy letters all get blurred eerie story— last line slurred / D r i z z l i n g lines in ink rain weather / Books all tattered, O, too frail! this ink watered down— too pale All these stories drowning, bold; fading lines on torn page drawn / Faint reflections o f o u r d a m p r e a l i t y / (Were they really any good, though? I wonder now— too late) / D r i z z l i n g lines in ink rain weather /