Beautiful Egypt
Is burning
My heart
Reduced to ashes
Elegy
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Beautiful Egypt
Is burning
My heart
Reduced to ashes
Tag Archives: poetry
In that space
In that space between waking and sleeping
In the subtle slip, the drip
That turns the period into the comma,
In the hole in the zero
Whole worlds explode into being
The point between breathing
In and out
The curl of before and after
The warp and weft of here and now
Open the infinite wide
You say you know something
Of life and illusion
Please tell me how
Such emptiness
begets all eternity
What’s up
A paean to the tres hipness of the tres hip.
Sorry, toots, I’m no longer interested
The fun’s gone with the sundown
The after all and the waking
I can’t seem to make sense of it anymore
I want a life of leisure
One adventure stinging another
A whole crop of writhing sunrises
Pleading insanity
As if the clowning were trivial
The combining convivial
Too many adverbs for my taste
Give me action or give me breath
You know, I could be trolled
By anxiety, whacked by whimsy,
But I’d like to choose otherwise
And pretend it’s destiny
Sweet, stinking destiny
Are you with me?
Glass
The temperature of the planet‘s atmosphere is a scorching 1,000C, and it rains glass, sideways, in howling 7,000km-per-hour winds.
It rained.
Hot, searing transparencies
Welded too soon to our
Lovely dying skin
The howling thunder
Clapped, ignored, derided
Wreaked its vengeance
Each moment anew,
Anew, anew,
Until agony seemed a respite
Our muzzled minds could only bark
Why didn’t we…
Along a-gong
Sometimes, meaning just gets in the way.
All along the blew swimple divvy
and wazy craffle sway
Only ravid crimples dunkle
from anzid pace away
Orfy wamp and wackie
I canna say no more
If only skewels lanched
From boor to stinking boor
But all alas and lacky
Too late to twunk aday
I meselfie ardin
Onely poinent fray!
exiles child 