Ghost of the Yellow Tea Rose

In a movie in black and white,
Smiling upon the ghost of the yellow tea rose,
Is a memory of a golden
Spirit lost far out in a sea,
Memory of a sudden explosion
Of orange flavor in the mouth,
Of rabbits following a girl on TV.
A memory,
Smiling upon the ghost,
Of the yellow tea rose,
Benevolently.

June Nonsense and Other Trivialities.

Water dripping from the beaks
Of birds that woke at dawn,
To a hot summer day.
Prepare for life and prepare for death,
Prepare for the burning coals ahead.
Moon shining upon layers,
Of grass in empty space.

The Last Blackout

The sky is clearer,
In the blackout, she said,
And then kissed
His lips, which
Would be the bloodiest
Shade of purple in a few days
And colder than
The ice of north,
Colder than the
General’s heart.

Haiku

rainbow colored lights
dance in the surreal graveyard
unaware of death

Haiku

in hot dark sunshine
tears evaporate noiselessly
quiet, hear the sobs

A silent grave [WIP]

A silent grave, my love
A lifeless, desolate piece of land,
Our perpetual death.
Sow a seed by the headstone,
Plant a seed on the mound of dirt,
Plant a rose, black and pink,
Plant a flower, soft as silk,
Plant a life that will bloom today
A memory that will always stay,
Is there no such flower my love?
Whose scent will fill the air of graveyard,
Whose fragrance will touch,
The rotting bones beneath
Unfleshed corpse with starving worms,
Give it life again.
Is there no such flower?
Attracting life,
Butterflies and bees,
Birds and worms,
And a soul, that lives under the shade,
Of a flower,
Forever.

Back.

I’m finally back again after a long absence. Will write soon. In a day or two.