
sandstone to symmetry ruthlessly cut
bear witness
layers— rhizomatic, sedimented
wholesale violence
tentacled—
guilt, regret and much tragic
this malaise nurse do I
a tumbling down
off ribald revelry last night's last
nullified peoples in reified lands
not a Milonga
in taking not that which is given not,
giving not what is earned not—
knife’s edge delicately danced
passion, perseverance, sex and violence
t’is not that but a crude grab
ex con job, bullets ensconced
belief in a jealous god
if not a cloud dark
then no silver that lines
tears dripping off a suburban Hoi An maiden
salten sourdough baguettes
rise with oven’s warmth
mingled with sticky sweat
from last night’s lap dance
the stern Viennese
hands down his prognosis
brands medicated mad
for life
not your typical Ivy League Wiccan
but Mayan mestiza
scraping meagrely
yearns not much but be left alone
to chart a life her own
o rainbow, bittersweet child
beaming sun
bemoaning rain dies
swiftly as it is born
instant of birth and demise
limitless joy
for those who take time
a glance never enough
wont snapping to capture
vain attempt
freeze warmth of time
leaves one cold
wanting
hungry ghost never satiates
mischief clutching
did she really want me?
did he? did they? what was, what is,
what will be but not knowing
was a kiss just a kiss?
ephemeral, what inspires
the permanent stagnates
at rainbow's end
not gold of tamed dragon
but a deserted island
wild void evacuated
of human lust.
About the Creator
Oliver James Damian
I love acting because when done well it weaves actuality of doing with richness of imagination that compels transformation in shared story making.

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