
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Skeleton poems
Grey clouds sweep over the Arno
I think this paper will show communication is a comfortable illusion
Material things, like diamond rings,
My stomach is empty but my heart is full
And we never-
You leave me messages in the shape of sounds and
the end is near, we’re getting close…
I am content.
2. Surrender
I’d like to grow old with
You- are the color I see in darkness
Beautiful- thoughts twist and undulate like
Waves- and their silver shade on the shade
And- by bus or train, or even in the
Rain- washes the past, leaving me renewed
Breath, so sweet, I breathe you
Deep, blue of a sunless sea during a
Storm, clouds chase us away
When, suddenly I’m not alone
We, surrender.
3.Desperation
The building that’s facing me is falling
Down
Where I’m stuck
Onyx
In my forehead
Passion
Is magenta colored walls.
I want to sit with you in the light of
The moon
Refracts the light I emanate.
And I’m a desperate
Housewife.