If I am forfeit then I am widow white,
Hissing color and sizzling thunderbites -
Coursing catastrophe and septic metal
Through a gallery of mistaken identities,
Chipped moments and defiled ideas.
If I am forfeit then I am naked dawn,
The primeval nature of virgin snows,
Freckles and lashes and undisclosed
Certainties in the quiet shade of trees –
Frantically rushing in this and that direction.
If I am forfeit then I am shackle rust,
I reverse not in age but in force, thus
From dash into hurling clash through stratosphere
I thrash, overthrowing foundations and hinges
Off the doors of simulated principles.
What am I, entirely?
| Wow ... 2016. Haven't been on this site for ages. I remember sitting in Internet caffe's ... writing rhymes and loving your poems. |
How time flies by.
And truth or lie
Blend in the rain of moments.
And space lets
Future become past
Much too fast.
|| Posted on 2016-06-04 00:00:00 | by -Lith-Ium- | [ Reply to This ] || Our ages are years apart so that I do not get or fully understand certain references. I know about Kindle but have never used it. Looked up thunderbytes. I used to know a lot more about marijuana than I do now. Nonetheless, as always, I am astounded by your images and ideas. What you are entirely, is a wonderful poet.||| Posted on 2011-10-21 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] |