in still reverie
one hears the universe speak.
but listening is hard.
Archives for October 2015
vespula
a small wasp
with teeth of the shark.
mighty are the tiny.
happier yet
van gogh’s blue canvas
reminds me of this dark night.
and yet happier.
sharp ice
night bites my nose.
cold like ice.
sharp as your words.
day break
the aged sun nods off.
slips into the arms of night.
breaking the new day.
unbecoming
death becomes you
at the last moment of life.
never very becoming.