motions

Motion contemporary poetry

the walk
curled smoke
released
like a hallelujah
a modicum of light
on her eye
that stares infernally
at you
 
 

 

aging with the pulp
a journey whose
voice praying on ash
gains no wisdom
 
 
 

the want
disseminating doubts
that coil around the flesh
but no soul
 
 
 

 

 
the last moment of the day
a cello
in the air
charged
with collapse
 
 
 

 

 
ambulant timekeeping
wayfaring in delirium
still listening to
the living
clouds.
 
 
 

 

contemporary poetry