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

Timelessness

Unable to escape this vast dawn

hanging upon me like an atmosphere of chemicals

a mechanical tingling from ages’ past

I’ve collected the motionless quantum of floating seeds
constantly mirroring the pinpoints of valleys

as seen from peaks of departure

I’ve spoken with the dark red shade of tomorrow
perhaps seducing despair to taste my blood

her choice fluttered like a hummingbird’s thought

I’ve fallen in those perimeters of wonder
unfelt timelessness

incapable of resisting the language of rising steam

The old skins of trees invade the territory of sense
while curves vague as clouds

              embroil this journey’s end.

 

 

 

 

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