Poetry On Medium

Berlin (by day)

It’s 9am in mid-June
The night before has exhaled
Kaleidoscope heads
Limbs slick and sticky
And now the light
Pale yellow and…

The Ache

Love
Is that what this ache is?
A threatening storm
Busting lungs
A trail of smoke
Reaching upwards
Before the crackle
Of mystic flame

A little saga

We played that game
Of show and tell
Shirts overhead
And there it is

Wildflowers

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Queen of Complexity

Set fire to this rocketfuel
Throw a ball of chaos in the air
Doubles, no lime
Watch it land
Slip a cold one in my hand

He once called my name

I dreamed of a memory
It fell from the sky
And landed
Slicing the night
In three, two

The lives we lead after they leave

It’s impossible to imagine a world without them
A humdrum day lost to traffic and emails, passing strangers
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Burnt Sunshine

it’s a beautiful day
without you
Burnt Sunshine
licks
and it sticks
to Rosy shoulders
that slump
in the chair
where you sat
when you…

The Almighty Ones

They descend
Slicing through the flesh of the earth
It’s damp
Dense
Dark
The land backs away
Unable to fight
It creeks
Cracks…

Little Cloud

There are times when
I find you in a cloud