Japanese Tanka game

I know I love you;
My stomach is turning and,
I have a fever.
Unless, of course, it's typhoid,
It's so hard to tell sometimes.


Perspective

Your thoughts live in me
Converge with mine. Mind tunnel
Walls, meeting your light
At the end of my darkness.
Diversity unifies.

Hypochondria

The shades are drawn taut.
A silence of dark unease;
The mental battle.
Certain death is upon me,
And yet here I still remain.

Holding your breath underwater

Bubbles bleed upwards,
I keep count: ninety-one, ninety-two ...
The record is close;
Bursting gasping and coughing,
From the pool; alas too soon. :bawling:


Next topic: Babysitting

Could always do this.
Opening my eyes was hard.
Lying on the floor
Blind world of stifled movement
Alone. A kind of freedom.

Topic: distorted glass in a window pane

She grew up learning
To read Jane feverishly
By it's prism-light;
Warped Zinnias, water-stained.
Rain river dips, hesitates.

next topic: not taking the serious seriously

I laughed at my pain
Fractured glass, littered carpet
Sliver hit my arm
Sliced a thoroughfare through flesh
I laughed at the lack of blood.

Topic: An Unusual Kind of Salad

Chocolate flakes on
Lettuce, tomato, basil;
Add a french dressing;
Not to everybody's taste,
Not really to mine either!


Next topic: Babysitting (seeing as it got skipped last time)

Heavy as a frown
Time squeezes by grudgingly;
Paid to brave chaos,
And wipe noses of other
People’s Pride and Joys.

Next topic:
dandelions

Skyscrapers, yellow
Helicopter blades static
On the helipad
Bending in the wind. Natures
Heliocentric structures.

Topic: Cooking with red chillies

It burns my mind's eye,
more than it scorches my tongue.
Still, I am tempted,
now, to take another bite
of red chillies in the pan.

Next topic: walking the dog

I twist the leash tight,
Around my hand; this mongrel beast,
Pulls so forcefully.
Still, who am I to keep him,
From a pedigree in heat.


Next topic: Hayfever.

Nose and eyes battle
With vital fertility;
A days undoing,
An unraveled mood drowning
Midstream of Spore River.
:D

Next topic: Salt Peanuts

Bird puffs his round cheeks
Dark suit, dark shades, smoke filled room,
Dizzy nods his head
Horned rimmed glasses slide.
Salt peanuts they chant.

Next topic: Central Park

Stuck on Imagine,
I'm traveling slow this time;
Taken in by false
Calm, fake castles; stillness of
Morning still finds its way here.

gnats on a bike ride