Sunday started as any other seventh day
though not at all the same
the more I looked the less I felt
that Saturday had waned
Somehow we slipped into the gap
of the time and day facade
stuck forever in a flattened note
of a day that should be Sun
Monday never to find its way
to our consciousness again
stashed away and swept aside
the root an interval away
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Tempered Towards
thoughts of space
between the words
infinite aleph…
hurtling towards
legs and wax
and sudden tax
like sharp the pain
of acid rain
thoughts compressed
strained and dressed
stored and cured and…
tempered towards
between the words
infinite aleph…
hurtling towards
legs and wax
and sudden tax
like sharp the pain
of acid rain
thoughts compressed
strained and dressed
stored and cured and…
tempered towards
Sunday, January 11, 2015
And Time was in Between
Spent and sorry
lord and lories
lost in someone’s dream
Cross and thorns
and tricks and horns
spent on peach and cream
No one thought
as soldiers fought
and time was in between
Homeless tatters
all life matters
now you hear me scream
Skate and ride
and frame and fry
the only living dream
at last the sky
melancholy sigh
sleeping by the stream
lord and lories
lost in someone’s dream
Cross and thorns
and tricks and horns
spent on peach and cream
No one thought
as soldiers fought
and time was in between
Homeless tatters
all life matters
now you hear me scream
Skate and ride
and frame and fry
the only living dream
at last the sky
melancholy sigh
sleeping by the stream
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