Etiqueta: Poetry

  • Bump scam?

    Urging, urging, hurrying.A bully cracking resolution.Exhilaration behind façade,the pages fell,And the insurance gone to hell.True, I bumped you.What were you doing right behind in a street going up?Trying to gain a mere metre of vantage?Or searching for a fool to scam?Damned you and your eyes.And I curse you ahead,To be shot in your spine.At least…

  • Un olvido entre las cañas

    Fisga entre el ajuar.Un papel oficial con sello de duda.Un teatro de boda,Helada la hora,El pez que abre la boca.Al siguiente trecho,Muerta y sin besos.Un ave la busca.Nula la espera.El velo ondeaba enganchado a la caña.Y el texano un escupitajo,Tabaco.

  • Cisma y abandono

    La carga de datos no alcanzaba.Entonces sobrevino la desgracia.Y la app se quedó ahí.Sin que quisieran borrarla.Tampoco usarla.

  • S

    A placid lake,A half empty bottle and I take,I can come back to dwell down there.Where the sunset is reflected to mistake.To your calm, short letter back.To your sensible solutions about Italian not spoken great.A nerf shot in disarray.Reaching target without pain.My friend, kilometres away.You understand what’s like.

  • Julia

    Invisible on top of black.A pair of triangles fold.That’s the movement I catch.She listens to my pencil’s scratch.

  • Un truco de después de la foto

    La musa bebe Chivas.Es de regalo acento,Bajo el peral parloteando con los cerdos. Desaparición.Y la maleta rosa que falta del closet.Cirrosa,Podría caer en cualquier parte.Las marcas de hena,Un mandala de libro para colorear. Una muñeca en ángulo extraño doblada por la mitad. Los tres osos del zoo husmeaban por la jaula, Un cuidador dio la…

  • Three bring a funeral

    I walked through evanescent ashes,A fog of dust raising. Trust in a forlorn error of heart.Derelicted my soft wishes.Betrayal was the crow’s call.

  • What’s poetry?

    Such is poetry, ineffable but something we know upon sight or hearing. A bundle of words [I know…stanzas]. Something idiotic. Something sublime.

  • Fallen log

    A while ago,Still kicking up in verdor.Indeed on ground.Now a dried corpse.

  • Solitude

    Mirror mirror,Hanging in the wall.Can you tell me,Who is this old hag looking back?Mirror mirror,Can I askWhen did I become wrinkles and despair?My reflection of today,Not the photo of yesterday.Time to burn those mementos i treasured more than time!