the shadow of a butterfly
against withering grasses;
a clash of sunlight
of trembling dew
when summer passes
it will shimmer yet
without my viewing
blade of grass; cutting wind
Idealistic and experiential imagery from a young male. May contain traces of poetry, desperation, debauchery; and vague ideals as result of unfortunate lapses into sobriety.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
contemplating another day
Curled up next to an unfurled futon
inches from the floor
headphones pouring into the silence
piled into the shadowy recesses
a collection of unpublished
mostly unedited poetry. Today
Tuesday, or Thursday, or Saturday
or the middle of a static Autumn, or quiet Spring
or the shiver of laughter.
Eyes will open to this secret room.
Eyes and toes and restless movements and
inches from the floor; curled
in the thoughts of someone else
yearning
to dissolve into an empty room
with polished wooden floors,
even edges where seated
the light trespassing curiously
through a window; itself
fracturing amongst steam rising
from a cup of hot tea
from the remaining grains in the rice bowl
I have
breaking the stillness
in once was
before the crows
an empty room
in silence.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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