Monday, December 26, 2016

From a plate of petals

 Don't forget the candle.  Never forget the light.  Without light, there is no dark. Bulbs need the dark.  Poems are the dance between light (paper) and dark (ink) and always, always inspire the meal.

1 comment:

  1. Crime scene III, redux

    hey your ambassadorship
    knock on your next door, will you

    Crime scene IV

    blonde dropped off, digs for key
    car taking off
    palming the card down it goes
    puddles with oil in them

    peephole to which hinge has been attached
    contrapuntal awareness
    coordinates of sugar

    subatomic blast
    anemone remains
    burned out oar casing
    marshmallow wrapper

    i'm not sure written on it