-
Archives
- December 2025
- March 2025
- January 2025
- December 2024
- January 2021
- December 2020
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- August 2017
- May 2017
- September 2016
- July 2015
- November 2014
- May 2014
- March 2014
- December 2013
- September 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
-
Meta
Category Archives: Uncategorized
192
Beauty and meaning, one love, two lovers,a Paris pair, just flailing, just pouringout lymphatic rains as the wind hoversand the light lingers – the sun is soaring:No, the sun is foreign – oriental eyes my thoughts under the African sunnot native t… Continue reading
191
Caravan, the weatherman has called youoff with prognostications of carafes full of sand, or snow, or flagrant haikuof powdery lights, of true love’s last laughs:Caravan, your route turns up unwritten as the windy wind wends its borrador,wiping gol… Continue reading
190
Do we measure our rounds in seasons, signsor sounds? Does the poet sound out sonnetsin yams or iambs, in sines or cosines,in loans or in tender maids in bonnets?:It’s all still the same; you are who you were, until you let the songs sing from the … Continue reading
189
What am I doing? What am I saying?How is this helping the world get arounditself? The darkest chocolate is cloying!Erratics surround the surrounding sound:Quite a mellow man, quite a mellow could, the obstinance is undressing the space,and my hope… Continue reading
188
The word is dangerous when it touchesthe spirit of a time that lags behindahead, across and over the rushes,the reeds that cleanse the smirched feverish mind:Escape is the instant, the potential of smoke clearing the air, bombing the skytearing aw… Continue reading
187
My feet were throbbing from the energyof the night and day collapsed into fulltime, spherical and tenacious; dirgywails crested through me like waves when they shoal:No shallow urges, just profound urgings before linear time falls down the plug;Th… Continue reading
186
It was a weird dream, in that there was merg-ing with past selves in the dark of the light, while present bereavements cold as IcebergSlim’s professed persona’s gangly nearsight:This is not a trite moralization,but rather a tale of intoxicantexpec… Continue reading
185
I had a dream last night of old teachers,senile but supported for sacrificemade in youth, when the uncertain creaturesof mental cosmography did entice:My world is quintile, and the torrid zone of fragrance and emotion lies betweentwo tropics of pi… Continue reading
184
After ripping away the bandagesfrom his heart and mouth, the young truth-seekerscreamed and drowned in a flood that ravages oppressed minds and makes noble thoughts meeker:But as the water pulsed out from his woundssomething quirky happened: the r… Continue reading
183
Composure and peace feel like butter rubbed(after melted) on every cell I have,every impulse that could quiver when loved,in sheer delight, each tremor is a laugh:There is sweetness in the unprocessed thought that lies on the edge of the fragrant … Continue reading
urbansonnets 