a day in april

motion poetry

The standstill motion
of the substance
around us

in a flicker
the wood is a infant body
laying on the arm
of a ray of sun

the hourglass has
a plan to move
the shadows

the incense is dead
reeking like a
flame of pus

the instant sails
through all the events
carried by the wind of memory

with a transparent dress
a ghostly rain
is expected to sweep
up the remains
the fragments

in an untitled and random quest

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

a new temple

Modern Poetry

Meet
me

ageless

in
the
streets

we’ll
be bums
smoking
and
in flux

I don’t care
what the
price is
to
be

pure

as a
cigarette butt
burning out
in your
primordial
fingers

meet
me

to
announce a new
temple
for the
boundless:

a park bench
and empty beer
cans
at our
feet.

 

 

 

nihilistic poetry

empty course

empty course Nihilistic Poetry

The petal has rivers

long opulent light against the breast
solely swirls in silent colors
my skin upon the sky’s skin –

certainties are wrestling
over collapsing possibilities

the leap has a tinge of sorrow
the chain rattles

a river of petals
aging
on an empty
course to bliss.

 

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