by Peter16 | Jul 2, 2017 | morphrog15, poems
Tonight, let’s get drunk on vodka and high on melancholy while our lives are running away from us too fast, let’s look up to the dark sky which has the colour of your soul and the colour of the ink I use to write poetry about how you make me feel, let’s count the...
by Peter16 | Jul 2, 2017 | morphrog15, poems
How We Lost Our God It began with the pop of Papa`s gun. Then there was the thud of the front door and Mama was gone. Without warning our house stopped being a home. Every morning after there was a cruel frost. The pond emptied of fish. The wine cellar decreased. The...
by Peter16 | Jul 2, 2017 | morphrog15, poems
Through Bitter Eyes Maple branches etch An ink blue moon. The sky opens it’s banners like lips, Azure tapestries furled back into stratus clouds. Petals lost to wind Will blanket the ground. Dew on rust Will run like dried blood. Sunflower doll heads bob. Eternal...
by Peter16 | Jul 2, 2017 | morphrog15, poems
Flock (1) You are doomed, you shepherds of Israel! You take care of yourselves, but never tend the sheep.-Ezekiel 34:2 They say we see the flock as wool and profit and ultimately meat. They say we only count them – since they only count – at times of shearing or slit...
by Peter16 | Jul 2, 2017 | morphrog15, poems
Love, making delicious it’s particularly nice natural, and ghoulish intensity of sun comforting smooth feeling soothed, ideal smelling that which evaporates nose and eyes apply frequently good-looking and sweet conventional and rubbing it...
by Peter16 | Jul 2, 2017 | morphrog15, poems
INTERRUPTURE Sometimes a single boat turns to hush, when the thundering sea lurches from daring to dread, like a lone muezzin’s contralto intoning at solitary closed vowels. Mnemonic, disembodied inside the sky between foreground and background, where...
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