the soul of the moment, buried ‘neath the rust of moments that passed like smoke, wistfully waning. cast to grey tides, swallowed ‘neath, carried listlessly out to oceans vast.
Tag: Smoke
The Night Shattered – A Tricube Poem
heedless soul grasp the night like glass smoke squeezing til it almost shatters cold gather shards like quartz snow glittered red
Black Birds on the Line – A Haiku
blackbirds on the line muggy august afternoon smoke blood and wreckage
Smoke Signals
breathing smoke billowing plumage erupts cascading powdered puffs passing unobstructed peeling distending undulating traversing stagnant air on a breeze of sour breath stained teeth yellowed and calcifying tartared tarred tainted teal tendrils turning jellyfish autonomy unaware floating in fluid free fall flowing between us
Piecework Prose 