Category: Urbanism


Non-Fiction

Brambled branches
torn, reality
unborn, from
silver screen,
scraping vaulted
blue, wavering
waters tumble
through lucid
streets, dreams
dancing during
daylight, forsaking
ebony haunts,
lines, distant
few, pass
through, the
breaking
of
days.

V is sticking,
interrupting the
flow, as
words, letter
by loving letter
strike, the
alabaster
page, purity
wiped clean
through deft
tapping of
keys, driven
home, sinking
sultry, buried
into the
stark canvas,
molding, scrupling
a lullaby
of singing
syllables,
seeking, a lover’s
song, a wayward
cry, a
brave new
world.
Creation streaming
from finger tips,
yet,
V
is
sticking.

Critical email,
in the office, doesn’t seem
so important now.

Gesundheit

Hard, to sit still, while
the world burns, in fear, outside
these fragile glass doors.