Friday, July 28
Hues of Love
Come, color me
with the rainbow of love
let them fervid
violets and reds
effloresce in our
garden of ardor
let no tick, or trice
of togetherness
draw itself
to the blue depths
of passive malaise
but if a motley
of sallow indigos,
greens, and yellows,
coalesce in
our devoir…
would that be
as eerie
as a clockwork orange?
with the rainbow of love
let them fervid
violets and reds
effloresce in our
garden of ardor
let no tick, or trice
of togetherness
draw itself
to the blue depths
of passive malaise
but if a motley
of sallow indigos,
greens, and yellows,
coalesce in
our devoir…
would that be
as eerie
as a clockwork orange?
Thursday, July 27
Writer's Block
I traverse moments
of endless barrenness,
yet my head feels
heavy as a rock, with the marl
of bagatelle.
I wake from the torpor
rive it at the seams
watching, as a pastiche
of ennui, flaking, falling
succumbs.
I hasten, I scribble
on the debris
of writer’s block -
fealty abides.
of endless barrenness,
yet my head feels
heavy as a rock, with the marl
of bagatelle.
I wake from the torpor
rive it at the seams
watching, as a pastiche
of ennui, flaking, falling
succumbs.
I hasten, I scribble
on the debris
of writer’s block -
fealty abides.
