scribbles
A silent wish
Odd truth
Wild
card
A star
that falls;
One long
regard
I pull away
Stop. Wonder!
/ Such a
Marvellous
Feeling
of discontent /
I keep staring
at my blank
Page
Lost in
the absence
of scripted words
While I sense
this is
a gray
Time for
Beautiful
Reenactments
he was a
s u b t l e
boy
with a wax
moon
mind
/s m o k e y
b l u e
dark purple
black/
full of
dribbling
dreams
s t o n e d
on musky
smells
not yet
indicted
in the subtleties
of the wane
m o o n
mind
/s m o k e y
b l u e
dark purple
black/
Back to life
awakened from
her fitful
sleep
Brandishing
the insane words
of her warring
mind
A fading thought
—A bow
to her mirror
image—
Some blurred reflection
odd / twists and turns /
i n
u n d e c i p h e r e d
d r e a m s
Sarcastic elastic . a heart full of plastic they truly believe that old magic prevails dead silence unveils— all ghostly beginnings Bombastic sarcastic . cold plastic— lone tales they truly believe in —dead silence— they mean it! All plastic and ageless forbidden fruit tales
Fedora hats and taming tongues —travellers that keep hiding behind drawn curtains Suitcases all packed up —ready for night departure A sip of cold water a glass half-full —they so cherish in those moments of anguished restlessness
V e n d i n g machine of futile heroes / past tenses wild senses... true offenses / Posing no resistance To his sanguine M i n d
Tattered
knackered
blank
a n d
dry
Full
stops
float
h e r
boat
a n d
Fill
that
void
B
e
f
o T
r h
e e
r
e
A f t e r
Spring poem
silent learnings
precious stones
a n d
wondrous
r e m e d i e s
The sound of sobriety
and the smell
of
t i m e l e s s
deaths
Insinuations
fake propriety
full-on minimalism
u n m a d e
b e d
Sleepy days and blooming nights — f i e l d s drying out of fine c o f f e e A nice, slow sip, tasting some fancy b e a n s — a fragrant future drawn on my bitter e s p r e s s o I stole a puff blowing some faint s m o k e verse — but your tired eyes wouldn’t read f u z z y letters S l o w words, fake rain, dripping on h o p e f u l grass — some shattered glass Spilling red ink onto w e t p a g e On sleepy days, I write a faint smoke v e r s e — Our fragrant future d r a w n on a bitter espresso
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Lucid—
All those rhymes
of yore
Such widowed thoughts
Our lonely oasis//
/Moon passages
And wicked faces
Bespoke suits,
Poetic races
Discerning fables and
Fizzy odes/
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Such widowed thoughts
One homely oasis
Lucid—
All the rhymes
Of yore//
LannaZee 