Saturday, November 17, 2018

Flashback - to Childhood












this is flood
gushing out of my hands
blame these pictures
the culprits!
breaking riot in my memory store
moments drip down hurriedly
like slender threads
piercing shoulders
jets of letters beaded into
words spill out of my
fingers in streams
meaning no destruction
a mere search for an eye
to enter in and be
won't you take them in and see?

Thursday, November 1, 2018

The unending

half autumn half winter
half happy half sad
do not know which half
is driving me mad
nothing's good
nothing's bad
if only one could find this missing half
wouldn't one be glad?
this is just a bend
real stories never end