Moments

MY VALIANT SOUL

DSC00294 self

I eat the brevity of moments
piece by piece
in irregular, circular motions
like the daunts of rain
the daunts of greys
with cerulean eye- dots.

These limbs are an array of woollen mouths
fragmented and ruffled,
in the moments of despair
in the moments of sunsets.

I conjure and swallow
all that occurred here,
in these moments of pain
in these moments of abortions,

Life romancing fatal nights,
a spider knitting a bridge of paradise
it clicks and time haunts the future.
And, I eat it all…moments.


©image and words- MVS

NaPoWriMo#7

View original post

The Centerpiece

The Disappearing Islands

They have come to watch me unfold,
sweaty dinner guests with gold lorgnettes.
I, a tigress imprisoned by a glass cage,
devour their lambs and spit red poetry.

Over the soup course they eye me closely in smokes,
horny widowers with stubby little cigarettes,
I, a dahlia rising out of the giant vase,
pluck their hairs and assemble sad history.

After wine they gossip through my earlobes,
bored mothers with their stuffed marionettes.
I, a blue moon squatting in a loveless cave,
kill the bats and begin a new story.

Originally published on December 21st, 2015 on my old blog. 

View original post