He figured she must be the same as his last cat Had often strayed as a kitten But hadn’t been given full satisfaction He was going to make her feel like the sun Take her all the way there and some…
Tag: poetry
Riding to Battle in a Midnight Blue Car
Violently calm, he sits in the front seat, splayed with an eerie regality around the chassis. Long tendrils of his fiery hair hang into his eyes, casting prison-bar shadows over them. Lysander is achingly beautiful like this, the fire in his belly burning up, a slow heating of ember before the inferno. For one named…
What Is That Book About?
1. It is about the lightness and delicacy poets use to detect the real in Reality— there, while under the weight of the Rolling stones, those sponges of gravity, is the minuscule sound of the tiny grains too small to be affected by the roller smoothing crystal gravel for the seal. 2. The little book…