Geometry as Performance Art
The ebbing of your eyes… Such grief unwarranted by gods we: Prayers unanswered pass into your deep blue
Pale hall full of bumbling souls; And Yet So few collisions.
Soul of 11
10 steps… 9, 8 and 7, Grandmother steadfast, Young girl of 11 Waits for her to ascend to heaven… Or maybe its just home on Tuesday afternoon, as pure poetry blossoms from her lingering soul.
Humanities (By J.S.)
Such a shallow emerald burlesque in flustered March, Your eyes (curtains waiting for perfect silence) Tear at the same cracks of pavement (day after day) As only mine do. It was then At the other end of our abyss, I was staring back at you Tragically aware: love can only be so concrete, As another sparrow passes overhead, In pursuit of gazes of a different god.
-Isms of jizzum fly forth and glisten Rocking the Cea-Span Gray So we go drink our water static air with solder brains thoroughly salted today
Lua (Lunar Poem I)
Lite brite Fight night First hole I’ve plugged Tonight. We should know How this goes, But the Tide is not In sight -The Moon
Incantation (Sun Poem I)
Sound Wintry Story. Pink dogwood Clean. Full-scale abandon Is all that it seems -The Sun