Japanese Tanka game

bright azure soul, your
slate gaze hooks me from afar
bring halcyon love
shimmering feathered warmth with
wings, beating against my heart

stalactite

wooden slivers drip
from the rafters borne aloft
in Thumbelinaland
a dimpled island of tunnels
in times seldom visited

cyclone

spinning tubules of
dark-dry air, touch the ground - jump -
suctioning debris:
cars, homes, grass, bones, picket fence
dancing around wind's maypole.

balloons

The party is grim;
Filled with stark remainders,
Were going nowhere.

Balloons harshly restrained,
Their potential constrained.

Next theme tides

Surfboard pieces, some
Were swept away by the tide
Like the teenager
Out here alone, with a board
That is now pieces of wood.

Next theme: whispers

huddled youths' hushed breaths
hoarse giggles and hidden smiles
eyes and voices low

"see how Clark peed his trousers?
that must be embarrassing"

Doctor's Orders

you will have to help
yourself if you want to heal
regardless of age
fall in love with any thing
you will get well without pills.


angry woman

Your child's cheek is scarred,
Your handprint doesn't fade fast
And the sharpness of
Your ring incriminates you.
Your bitterness never fades.

~
Cellophane

Shimmering ridges
Fold around the fresh wet wounds
Moist. Crevices catch
The air in pockets, seal up
the life-sustaining fluid.

Fatalism

Ever seen a bird
or an animal hoarding
daily merchandise?
Only Human beings hoard
they of hunger only die!


hurricane
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Wasn't it nineteen
Eighty-seven? The window
Chaotically
Exploded. Trees worshipping.
Elizabethan excess.

The Antikythera Mechanism

Corrosive colour
Haunts the dreams of scientists
Spending endless time
Peering into ancient past
As their lives slowly crumble.

Goodbye

I wave goodbye and
You wave goodbye and in time
we will forget love
and fork out large mortgages
Live pension dreams, buy coffins .

Next topic: Vanishing tricks

Vanishing tricks

the phone is ringing
lovers are fixing a date
all done they move out
the guy sights an ugly girl
love's delirium is gone!

Infidelity

Sex in small snail stop
mornings. Payment for the room.
Messages like husks
peeled from painted lips. Her tongue
like a livid tentacle.


a tangram