PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Month: September 2017
As a bird
free verse dismisses regimental rhyme overrules page forms lets accentuals loose liquid quicksilver lava flow – but no- dry dip-pen scratchings scuttle like crabs off sandpaper scatter almost scatologically cerebration, constipation Try Harder! – now there’s the strain bumbling stumbling block I just – must –…
the lost park
Gone was the labyrinth. Lost the eucalyptuses so well aligned* refining the marshes where gardens struck gold in the muck of ages and though time pieces fail, yet there is honeysuckle tendrils can always tangle up a jungle maze erasing boundaries beyond limitation a…
magical
maybe and then perhaps not do I believe all in all magic probably needs an a & l to make it real god is the likeliest source – wholly on a high inverse of course summons something terribly black conjuring the uncanny with decapitated…
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