She lays her head on the page and
the cool hard book presses her
cheek into her
Impressing the words upon her mouth and vocalizing itself,
in a perception of,
The paper sopping wet with spit,
yet still real and composed,
the acrid taste of another’s thoughts
spat out from her lips.
daisy, night’s color,
crackles notes against the skyline
reminds us of how silence travels faster than light and
figmented filaments conflagrate for our fumbling tongues
seen and lost
in a song unplucked from the dense, cool, twinkling fabric
seen and lost
I should have sang their song
or noted it
but who can sharply dance to a rhythm without percussion,
only a false memory rattles on now,
and the glimpsing flashes serve me in solitude,
and bellow an understanding,
that glittering harmony is easily lost in expanding density
Dressed up in my history causing events
where I can sense, only
in front of where I was before, reaching
back, in the present. Read More…
but for a bloated belly. She
can’t conceive the wealthy.
Her happiness isn’t a commodity.
Sneaking , creaking stairs,
fear is not hiding today.
Steps gentle, but firm enough
to conceal their secret running.
three plastic wheels within four cement walls.
Pedal faster, faster,
winter’s glint gilding purple wrappers, thrown!
freed from the grocery!
Fluttery wings of waxed ceremony,
falling like confetti
Lie in testament to the speed of five,
in rhythmic chant,
piece after piece after piece.
I take an aith,
to trot back home
thistle-born Tory. Read More…
Light Yagami you are so young at heart,
From the others your age, so just and smart.
L, your rival, mysterious and blunt
Thinks you are Kira, and so goes to hunt,
Through the data your father has helped find,
They know not the Spirit that works in kind.
Secretly uniting, you seem a friend
Oh! Pretending, does L feign till the end?
Your father trusts you, your family too,
Would your sister still love you if she knew?
As the bodies pile, the chase so mounts
Your father, self, and L, languish the counts.
Your writing, unseen, in that hidden note,
Young Yagami, do you begin to gloat?
The friendly genius pair goes head to head
The Shinigami laugh, uncaring dead,
You both are dull pieces in his fun game.
You both fear unjust death, but fear is shame.
What starts for you an exercise in law,
Ends for you within L’s firing claw.