Candy-spewed fake news Man’s synthetic pseudo-fruit The blue raspberry
By Morgana3 years ago in Poets
god glitters golden then greets the gloomy gloaming drowns in midnight blue
Your tears sing me blue Like the shackled melodies Of binary stars
Breath thief, press, watch me Burst into diamond monsoons Reign blue like Neptune
Morning waits, grey-blue. Mourning dove, through my window, Weeps a sleepless tune.
Forehead vein wakens Pulsing beacon of male rage Here we go again
beside the gnarled oak sheltered by blue Texas sky where you’ll be, always
Bluebonnet clippings Pressed, clandestine, ‘tween pages Of your Texas heart
Low tide spits pale foam Blue crabs scatter and hole-hide From four romping paws
dressed in pre-dusk gold, light just so, a lesser god making me feel small.
virtual summit best-of-the-best congregate but none wear trousers
warm up with haiku, word juice like crisp mountain dew. ahh—now i can write.
