Who Says It's the End -
It is winter here
my Dear

My wife's widowed friend
decided to go

she had been admitted
to an ICU
by her son
who sent me so many messages
save my mommy
do come

I sent him an sms
I had met with an accident
hurt myself all over
how can I come.

My spouse kicked me
get up you are not yet dead
she is dying
save his only mommy

I can't I yelled
she was not happy

Okay

The Invisible Cities
Submitted by quillsveinback on Sat, 2018-12-15 09:43
We had met in the Invisible Cities, the subterranean janus mask that miserabilist civilization hides. The dawn's chambers rouged our cheeks and a room key lit from a homeless man, giving us coins from his drooping hound lids, watering with the River Styx's restless current.
"Your face is an unfolding doormat of oblong midnight", she said.

Weary am I now
for this thing called life has not been kind
weary am i now
I'm about to lose my mind

Troubled am I now
so burdened down by thought
troubled am I now
This battle to survive, no longer can it be fought

pained am I now
bye malicious, calculated actions
pained am I now
cornered by my fears, stunned by my reactions

escape for me now
would bring about welcome release
escape for me now
would bring about much needed inner peace

Waiting in the still interior:
A bulwalk against sleet grey
You are busy, or idle inferior
While indifferent nature preys

On all that flies, crawls or floats
And the concert of life continues
Against all the pale clear notes
Of an echo of rain that issues

From a rust iron sky, which creaks
And waits to break into something
That pitters or patters finding leaks
On innumerable sheds that ring

im
NOT
sexting you

im
NOT
that kind of man
i really never think about such things
and deplore that behavior in my male counterparts
really its disgusting

i never look at your face
and never think
what would it be like to kiss you
to kiss your ass
your drooly pert pussy
to be your foot slave
geisha boy
sticky pink
full a joy
boy toy
jolly
lolly
pop
cock

The universe of your eyes
Black pupils crowned
With wildly colored flames
A chromatic alchemy
Of exploding nebulas

The universe of your eyes
With glare of crystal
Sunflower of all seeing
The language of galaxies
And the auroras of heaven

We stare deeply into each other
Eyes close to the blindness of a kiss
To touch the shadow of stars
In their pulse of luminance
Awaking the mystery of light.

Signs them signs every where you look there's signs inside my mind
outside my window taking you places you need to take a hold of don't you see
like renting a car down by the nearby bar when you had far too much to drink
places that you need to grow fond of beside the lavender hue beside the sea

a spiral is a straight line
if we unwind,
then shape it with
grit, wisdom, creativity
purposefully,
to make most of it.

Sometimes I feel I don't have a body
and yet just a pair of ears or wings
depending on what I focus on
listening or tumbling down the hill.

Sometimes I feel I have nobody.
And I enjoy my solitude
having one egg for breakfast
made on a small frying pan.

Salinger without a cover, the first pages
rounded and browned, lies on the table.
I drink coffee from a blue cup
and watch rain slowly freezing on
rhododendrons around my home.