Thursday, April 12, 2012

August

Lazy gaze,
A rainbow of grace,
Sky-high vodka,
A Demon swallows sips of vinegar.
*
Lightning flickers,
Thunder nervously shakes
the thing it holds in its pocket
until raindrops filter through in relief.
*
Releasing happiness,
The day lunge at the place it belongs to,
Heaviness flees,
Lightning strikes to open blinded eyes.
*
I talk in Russian,
Dipping in gold,
with burns resolving in drinks
from the discharge and surge.

2 comments:

  1. glad to relax and write poetry once in a while.

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  2. something sizzling and searing about this, from lightening flickers to burns resolving in drinks. an immensely sensual write.

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