Prison of my dreams
‘We live as we dream. Alone’ (Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness) suddenly awake – I raise the draw-bridge and feed the alligators in my moat defend myself with razor-wire sentences […]
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written wisdom of my hardened heart
embedded in my hardened heart in folds of leather – memories stars have died and just a sickle moon cross my cheap synthetic velveteen a canvas of regrets – embroidered […]
Sacred fifty-fives
In fiddle-wrecking, mustard-seeking, grasp for comprehension. Should we wreck the sacred fifty-five? of honesty-compression and lugubrious self-exposing, word-explosions beyond the mind-expanding borders of the sacred fifty-five. Should we paint-by-number Friday-ode’s […]
Wrangle-scalpel and honey-fork – Kennings for dVerse
with lashes of your language-dagger you’re cutting pieces with your anger-axe and carve me nicely with your wrangle-scalpel but when you use your temptress-snake and softly twirl your honey-fork around […]
Lies of periwinkle eyes – for dVerse
She’s folding carefully and tenderly her indigo calligraphy the words that never will be read, or sealed in magenta scent of roses. the words she once had treasured the words […]
