Poems from owenhannon2
I stir and something clamps open my eyelids, pouring unsolicited lamp light into my tired scleras.
My surroundings come into focus:
Three...
there is a mouse
there in your house
that can only be seen
if wanted
put on your blouse
it whispers to rouse
its wisdom always keen
so...
At first glance,
They were just shapes.
Gradients of blackness
Clustered into a figure-
Each, one peculiar entity
That had to be analyzed...
He makes a weird face with his mouth
His wicked fingers breaking-
Feeding them to the vultures
A gash opens in his skull
Dust sprinkles...
Hydrangea anthers kiss the grain of a bee’s legs
Blameless blades sit beneath the sky’s spicy gumdrop
Silicon runs along bumblebee asphalt...