Monday, 30 March 2015

Shadows of Light

I seek
No sparkles
Nor bubbles
I seek the light
Of truth
Yet only for
The shadows
It does cast

I seek strange ways
And Brighter paths
Lit only
By these Shadows
Alone
I shall walk
Guided by these
Shadows of Light

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Medium Rare

She passes and the dust is moved
She glances and the amber hewn
Down
Carving up my excuses
Cutting up the past
Plying me with mooses
In a trilogy of herbivores
Of which she takes such a store
Her love affair with herbivores
Medium rare
Is quite well known
As the dust is moved
With her passing
And the amber screwed
And she's laughing
I wish you could hear the score
Of their bleets
The trilogy of
Herbivores
As she passes
Affixing me
With glances
Hot enough to make romances
Just hot enough to cook herbivores
Medium rare