Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Spent enough time dreaming to fall apartinside, as the purple faded overthe semi-arid ground; the sky was partlightness part dark – such well-rounded cover!My baggage reeled across dense bird droppings, relieving its weight with stellar fortune,th… Continue reading →

The air is purring like a voided breeze,and the rare birds chirp out their history as proud humans who dared to touch the treesand turned to birds – that is their harsh story:That is how construction works in this world: we build up just to break … Continue reading →

This was the first full day in a lifetime.Dreams and fragments, rivers and streams brokenby time and lethargic empathy rhyme in consonance with my cordial token:That is, the heart beats like wine, like money,like arcade arches cracked by wind and … Continue reading →

Those were good times– when the lights didn’t buzzoverhead like horseflies tracing sightlinesacross the space of a room that once wastangibly unblemished–as the light shines:Those were fun faces–that looked so sweaty due to exuberance and dilig… Continue reading →

Yo soy romero; trabajo, trabajopa cosechar mi flecha, en arco, en arco.Silence in the court! Listen to me sportmy science; though I’m not in alliance with any scions of the royal sort,my words fire, my folk two lions:With a crown under my hair, I … Continue reading →

Catholic notions and rosemary sprigsgrazed and graced the head with a noble stress,but only after the left right boot drags,forgotten by a sinister progress:Pungent clouds had ripped through the atmosphere, and the holy boots were soaked in the mu… Continue reading →

The fact of true and utter stagnationcan equal victory when blood flow standsfor next to nothing and dissipationis best gestured by the movement of hands:Frantic, frenetic and disciplined by the most Giant Prestidigitator to have ever lived, the t… Continue reading →

I can’t think without dreaming anymore,and that is not as pleasant as it sounds,since my roots lie too deeply to deploreand the magic is so black, it astounds:The gate opens easily; the rusty latch moves upward without a single creekto flow throug… Continue reading →

Chaos is life, and crisis is like deathin a single instant — cradle to grave,wax to wane, as the most jovial breathcrashes off the see-saw just to behave:The plank wavers until it finds balance, but the air is less humid than before;to re-mount i… Continue reading →

The wait can seem endless until you wait,and the minutes that pass slowly just matchyour speed at the time, the steadiest gaitthat ever did tread upon the wide thatch:Naturally, you were born to conform time to the fluid process of true spirit,whi… Continue reading →