Poems from paschallt77
I stood
in the hall of Hauhet,
with its obsidian
spires scraping sky,
and watched
a crescent satellite
perform its exquisite minuet;
And...
Cimmerian mists
ooze a damson nocturne,
rubiginous buds bloom un-noticed-
As two lovers linger in amorous collusion;
A streetlamp...
I am void
And without form –
An unfinished work…
Wrought of clay & iron
And steel –
With nails for teeth
And hewn with an ax...
i ride home on a tiger
made of cheese;
yellow and striped with black mold
and when i am there
i am not alone.
Anguish and Grief
are my...
Blessed are the children
Who see with sight unseen
Who think of thoughts unthought of
Who dream of dreams undreamed
For in a day or years...