Spider SawAn aged worldSpider Saw
Still the creature of habit
Laughs and cries
Sings her songs
Not a care,
This world
Brings us bare—
To ponder her elusive mystery
The need for someone to live
Long enough
Tell us
A secret wrapped in ways
Million years ahead
A spider, its body metallic black and yellow
A head and legs eternal white
Scopes the crevice, walks on water
For a future colony
It s
Bar's MaidBehind the barstoolBar's Maid
I serve
Her thirst she aggravates
Pounding down ten more
Her hair, it knows better
Fighting for a different direction
The crescents at the end of her fingers
Will stay faceless in a January sky
One hundred years from now
Someone will narrate in his living
Two souls will still hold our names
Do the same work
As the old fools take night to the street
I close shop
On cue, she slides off the leather
I carry her hom
SensationsBlazed summer sunSensations
On the pads of your feet
Like an army of fire ants
Concrete scalds
At the first envelope of your lips O’d
Around a frozen popsicle
The ice creeps up your cheeks
And sets your eyes awake
A stringent numbness
Invisible layer over the broken lines on your palms
From resting your hands over
A boiling pot of water
Adrenaline leaves slowly the mad dancer
After feeding energy from her raving audience
Water seeps down from the hill to the curves of her t
UntitledIt is a bed side disasterUntitled
You bleed yourself dry
Eyes moving to the burning skyline
Enveloping the brave and mirthless.
Flowers on the wall give your story
Arabesque patterns in blue-jade sundry
Are the remnants of battled sandstorms
And an angry fury.
Outside the wood carved door
A cat naps
Her orange striped coat
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