- I can't get into her head
and it's making me frail
- Listen, man, to know her in detail
all you have to do is to
know yourself
Exhale

6.VI.2021

 

I fall in love
roughly three times each day
You'd think it's a hyperbole
or a fleeting kind of summer breeze
Yet it sweeps in and settles deep in me
for life
Here's the first one of my day:

 

My eyes have been feasting
on Spring moods, feelings, grasses
clouds, shadows
Its whole being
being born out of sleep
awakens in me something
I can't remember but that
which I yearn for while
pulling in the yarn laid behind
lest I stumble upon it
and remember the fractals in the sky
 
     Куинджи


Broke me down
emotionally
physically
And then said,
find the positive
be responsible for your own
happiness

 

Night of no Italian florid ballads
Chortle!
Dirnt doo-wop whockah
Drink-real perforated with
tom-tom & thwack rataplan
Pump-a-rum basal popular
& sooo impressive
Sweet barbaric, eerie familiar
twang chihusien wah wah
Whizz of rotten Crestone ethic
Vocally triumphant mum lub dub hackigi-gi-gi
Gobbledygook at times
Bash! Baraaag badum tish!
Gada-gada-gada flog
Then remorseless thwack
Wob wob wooooob breeeaaa bum
brrum brrrumble
Whizz
Rowdy esoteric toot
Raucous-spirited jam in town.

31.V.2021