Tuesday, June 15, 2010

the world is weak
within a week
and faded in a shortcut
razzed in half with pizazz
and sorta sad.
wild everywhere
except within the taming of brutality
that brutality that seizes me insidiously.
yet even that force becomes the clattering cans
behind the wedding car.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

illuminated jewels,
living jewels in a mirror land
where warm sun shines on two singers.
There I spoke my mind and died.
A crone conducts her orchestra of lightning bolts.
The emotional lady blushes the next day.
An angel who's halo is infinity
pats the king of lions.
she seems to know her own mind,
and suspects material well being
All in all a delight of friendly gossip.
Sometimes things are repaired by mercy
and not contrivance.