Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Three quick poems on an evening


In vino veritas, as the Romans said.

In vino veritas, as the Romans said.
In wine, truth.

set fire to the wine
light the wine on fire
set the wine on fire
light fire to the wine

The whole street is on fire!

Burn to black white perfect skin,
Burn black blood to gas,
Burn the empty husks to nothingness.

From wine, truth!


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There's no one on the subway platform

A couple on the subway platform. 
The dude is holding luggage.
They're waiting on the platform, 
Embracing.
The train pulls in,
The couple kisses, 
The screen door opens-
It roars and foams; the wave crests twelve feet high.

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Astigmatism

Like attempting to capture a picture of Luna, the moon, 
With but a crappy two mega-pixel phone camera,

I crane my neck and peer with my astigmatic eyes at the 
Giants 
Of 
Our 
Generation.

Just a silver central blur within a ring of scattered 
Glow, 'gainst black. 
Black black night, wholly.


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