Poems from Jörmundgandr
My life
Is a moving picture
Half written
By a
Drunken
Monkey
Who sits at the typewriter
And
Occasionally writes
Shakespeare.
Caught...
With eyes like
Cameras
Spitting shuttering
Closing capturing
Moments
Lost forever in
Waves of murkish
Browns and blues-
While gars as...
If reality
Was
As
Fixed as the
Tip of this
Poet's pen
Then I could see to it
Whole realities
Extinguished like
the moth hearted squints...
Keep me a prisoner in your Pulchritude
So that I may forever know, in thine eyes, your alter of solitude.
To gaze into the depths that you...
There are so many moments
In ones life
Where
One can blink
A billion breaths
Vanishing
Like the day after
Yesterday.
Waking...