SnowfakeWinter’s last snowflake Evaporated now, markless, In the harsh light Of today’s sunSnowfake
Would you wish the snowflake back? It is beautiful beyond measure In recollection. Pure, unsullied by strife, Undamaged by the hot salt of tears, But cold.
Numb are we to its texture Nor holds it any taste Even should we savor it slow Only intricate form Lacking the substance Of now.
Monday Morningbetween great tombs of steel and glass with tar and asphalt burning my feet and the angry growl of a thousand engines assaulting my ears I gaze to the tops of great concrete pillarsMonday Morning
and dream of soft green leaves trembling in the thin breath of the mountains soft mosses caressing my toes and the echoing cry of hawks
chasing their prey
across vast and unrestrained skies but then the potter’s field is crossed and I enter my mausoleum
where there is no burn of asphalt and tar and no angry growls of engines to remind me that I am s
In Search of ExpressionColorless green ideas sleep furiously Tossing and turning within An ad-hocracy of emotion and sensation Each voice clamoring to be heard Over all others Each thought pining and perishing to be known With only momentary order to their chaos. I percolate with great joys and sorrows Incapable of expression For once each has found formIn Search of Expression
It slips from the matrix of feeling Lost to the realm of hard-disk storage To let the random access morass Be sorted and labeled for later use. Yet the amorphous mass of now and immediate Is ever expanding Like an unbou
FlirtationCloser now, then turn away... And o'er shoulder flash a sultry gaze. Turn and smile, gently touch, A soft caress, but not too much... The lightest brush of fingertips, A gasp from softly parted lips, Then lean we close, mere breaths apart... Turn again, go back to start. With merest blush and shyest glance, We begin again this subtle dance.Flirtation
A cunning plan
Zest
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If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur.
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Two thousand feet. Getting eaten.
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