Watching the rain
through the window,
blowing in the silent
wind, the sun
bathing droplets,
remind me,
I’m behind
the glass,
stuck, like
a bug,
inside this
jar, of
nine
to
five.
Category: Experimental
Chattering,
images flare-
mindstruck.
highway
driving,
words flow,
looking to vent-
every
busy
moment,
the
mind
wanders
into
spectrometric
bows, rolling
falls flooding
verdant plains,
poppy fields,
watermelon
skies blossom
into obsidian,
crescent crimson
crowns midnight-
torn
away-
by
the
nattering
day.
Slipping silently,
slithering
slyly,
soothing kisses,
sinful wishes
seeking slothful
souls, celebrating
salacious scandals,
stalking city
streets, shadow
sneaking, swallowing
simple sheep,
scattered,
solitary,
self-absorbed-
senseless…
reins havoc,
leashing the
dogs of
war.
la paz en nuestro tiempo,
el sueño de un anciano
nunca saber la paz
como joven hombre,
only
boyish
naiveté,
harmonic
illusions,
un
dia,
peut-être…
