Saturday, 27 September 2025

more poems

 

Quadrants

'I've got many blessings but they aint that kind…'

 

 

 

New year soon here, yes/later this year will leave, now you/lighten up my friend

 

 

 

Dotted

Start and never stop…

…being a bitch with me

…drinking all the beer ever

…running away inside issues

…a million tissues no problems

…given a big storm you to me

…no pets gone to you

 

 

 

Hazed Again

Frosted glass hazy shapes

Figure in black outstretched hand

Muted sounds visible white flash

Other shape in blue falls down

Hit man in action or woman?

Get out of there witness!

They will enter the next room

You will be next frosted glass

All going hazy is this real?

 

 

 

January month/not here yet but what's to come?/happiness sadness?

 

 

 


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