Me – your tipsy moon
Name your poison: me; dirty elixir and shaken chaser, sour wind or tonic, tipsy moon between your sheets from vesper into dawn. It doesn’t matter cause for me it’s you […]
Category Archives: poetry
Slave to numbers
Around my wrist I have a gadget that calculates every step I take. The stairs I climb, the hills, every heartbeat and the way I run. It plots the time […]
Both life and cause of death
You’re butterfly effect — causality of songs, the meadowlark of summer days, the footsteps swallowed in mortality, an aftermath from nights and morphine daze. You’re both the timpani and piccola, […]
A bough in six dimensions
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly. III Bless the tender […]
Come break this night
Open shadows, breeze me dawn. Rose me clouds and spill the spark to shimmer leaves, a twist of green. With whispered dance, come lull with grins, to bubble-melt and skip-jump […]
