Thursday, April 12, 2012


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.


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

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