Tuesday, December 18, 2012

a sentence

The almond-eyed nymph
plucked the wailing child,
from the criss-crossed clover and poppies,
when the sun was tinged with bruises,
simply because she had nothing better to do.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

(here) & then there

air, thick with wet
soggy, limp, leaves, twist, twirl break free
brown, like toast,
veiny leaves, the lines criss cross,
rivers to oceans
oceans separating
hotel in bejing
glaring orange,
sweet brandy, sharpens sight
smoothes outlines
until you’re all i see
he doesn't mind
the spaces between
and then it's just me