Wednesday Water Therapy
i am aflame weighted organically atomically as my myriad self molecules and muons human reality is likened to algal blooms fronds on a lake to be accurate surely this isn't a poem *
Month: November 2016
Original poem #80
Poet’s Burden
my rooms were always filled with roses my lovers knew exactly how i took my tea and thus it was my life flowed by while i penned others' dreams *
Untitled, original poem #79
can only be moved on the surface so many of these earth-clod gods i can not swim their current and stay the course myself my waters and my world can't speak and swim and there's nothing left to say how will i know the one no i should have never come *
Untitled, original poem #78 (Haiku)
like chameleons
cloaked from sight in waning sun
oligarchs bend leaves
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Untitled, original poem #77
those clouds those swift indifferent rushing clouds did they record that bygone name imprint it in raindrops brush its syllables up mountains over oceans to wander with the winds of time does his dying breath still linger in my air those clouds those silent roaring clouds *
Untitled, original poem #76
overtures from undertow oblique and blank requesting they rend my spirit ragged here and long for linen dressing *
Untitled, original poem #75
i wish life came as easily as words *
Transdimensional Poet 