The Bush (close-up)

The budding leaves cannot hide

Your shark fin thorns.

White razors upon red stems

Death, too, now born.

The branches bending over

A weary king.

And before Easter morning

Death, too, in spring.

Buffer

I

wish

the

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ter

net

was

n’t

so

fuck

ing

slow.

A Raspberry

One thing I’m amazed by –

the fruit itself has no flavor.

Put one whole in your mouth and

don’t bite down. Nothing.

Roll it around on your tongue.

Just a fragile, bumpy ball.

But when you break its skin, ah!
River of red! Sweetness of summer!

Trompoem

Regal and ridiculous,

drunken and dignifying,

mellow and magnificent,

you glide past definition.

A double rainbow flashes

on your ever-reaching arm.

White, blue, red, green

a sonic spectrum of gold.

Your round sound pours

from the great mouth

like the finest wine,

the sweetest fruit.

And to think that I,

I, could tame you!

As I splutter and gurgle

and choke on your magic.

Cliche Poem

Once, she was head over heels in love with him.

Floating and skipping on clouds of ecstatic certainty.

But it was all up in the air, nothing more or less.

When she saw him kiss his loved one and slip

A ring on her finger, two stones killed one bird.

She fell like a bomb and hit the ground running

So hard and so fast she dug herself into a hole.

And remains there still, grounded by reality.

Love is blind leading the blind leading the blind.

Epigrams

No calamity will conquer.

One day at a time.

You don't have to be sad.

God shows off sometimes.

Laugh every day, and never die.

Being single and indifferent is better than being single and in love.

Nothing created by man is worth living for.

Time is a monster.

Real art won't stand still.