i’ve always liked
to joke to myself
that somewhere
in the future
i’m already dead!
mellow fragrances
milder symphonies
knock
at the threshhold
of oblivion!
mysterious memories
defy recall
still i try hard
to listen
as the sunset
of consciousness
slowly melts
into a dark night
of unknown emotions!
and suddenly
spasmodically
i yearn for someone
sans or with reason
far away
the moonlight
splashes
over rustling leaves
sounding like
the soft whisperings
of childhood melodies
yes,i do try mom
to jolt myself
out of the voodoo
of surreal forms
and images
till i wake up!
to the perfumes
of “annunciation:
the time of flowers”
[abstract art Title]
in this structured
unstructuredness
of life!,sometimes
outrageous ~ /original/z.g.
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{ref:painting/art>bkacicek-“annunciation;the time of flowers”}
Monday, April 28, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
to a dog lost
'to a dog lost'
In bleak light his flickering eyes
In bleak light his flickering eyes
kick through the smoke
watchful legs appraise the carpet
of death beneath
my brain speaks the gibberish
of the kids back home
the taste of 'what if' a bubblegum
of thoughts in my mouth
his nose can hear the footsteps
of death
my ears can smell the warning
in his bark
hark hark
the explosion
within
a flame,a candle
what dog handler
could handle
hollowed by
a landmine
was a dog's
grave/..
/original/z.g.
/original/z.g.
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