Poetry – Page 5 – cereal after sex

Wind and rain Pain of insane Windmills clucking The flat, green Netherlands Catastrophic rainbows Exploding on the edge of time… Read more.

This Warm Noc

I am nothing this noc A rare disturbance A human coil of turmoil No one ever loved They just whipped… Read more.

On a train Looking out a window As some other world goes rushing by Then I remember How a coffee… Read more.

Cacophonic dreams Places never seen In the mind ride of Neptune Orange rinds scattered about the surface Domed palaces Deep… Read more.

Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river… Read more.

The plastic streets Are full of fear and neon The ghosts of history erased Clamber the halls of these Our… Read more.

Sunlight splashes through the windows The bottles of pink grapefruit and mandarin bergamot soda Throw shadows across the white tablecloth… Read more.

The stars smell like Play-Doh tonight. It must be the encroaching rain or swarm of plastic angels bearing false prophets.… Read more.

At the break of dawn the world is the color of a yellow and green ghost all the madness comes… Read more.

The wetness of the town out there As I sit at the window in the coffee shop The soft clank… Read more.

In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn… Read more.

I found her she came out of nowhere some angel called beautiful holds me under the sun calms me through… Read more.