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A L A H L o i
pools of light
sped
we rush the streets
wide
composed of an Autumn
Atlantic greyed
Sipping the sin
parched with the thirst
Fever scorned
on color cheeks
and dazzle eyes
Steady the bus hum
turn turn turn
tall canyon window
sheets of light
bathe you
poised supine
tossed thought
depth reverie
stubs tickets
and cans
awash
in its swaying
seductive
and wanton
the decadence
of desire
plush hesitant
the fall cascade
of eyes
like a forest
touched with
the frosts first
burn
Above the skin
of clouds
hide the bones
of afternoon
like shore herds
running
down there the
waves lunge
dark like the
shadows flicker
licks of licorise
anise
Ampules of
meaning
captured
ambrosia
the intricate
of workings
in an amber
dry whisk
the doors
gush open
your legs
stretch
to the street
Leatherette
and spice
the naked
limbs
of lights
and towers
hot with
dusks gold
riding into
riding towards
call you
tomorrow
when
you're bored
..
Comments
emeka ozurumba
Tue, 2015-03-10 05:44
classic
imagery sublime and i like the rhythm ... very exclusive , lovely poet.
Esker
Sun, 2015-03-29 01:12
Emezeka
It was your descriptive works that got me working more
in descript fashion...like building blocks or puzzle pieces
the riddle of words and art is to construct something
usually the most prevalent is the basic structure
I.E. Western...like a building.a house...basement
pilings slab..walls..second floor if needed..roof
these I helped build over the years
log home too...
except stone..
concrete was interesting
modern existensialism
jagged strange conceptual things
I see here and there
if poetry was a home they are
different and strange homes to
live wander and rest in
which is why I like them
urban ruins I like too
structure is motive when
purpose is removed
maybe why "Ballad of Sam McGee"
lives on
Great thing is that works
and sometimes the more
avante garde at times...
Thank You!