Bomb

A lipogram Born too soon Downtown noon  Cotton Gown, of  Common brown Cloth cocoon Bomb , blown Boy drop Body stop Bloody horror Born too soon  Downtown noon Cold box No glory Long story.

Like an empty can

Heartless, heartless like an empty can, The ripples from your empty vessel reverberating, through the cosmos, Destroying all those,you snare in your web, Doomed to love only yourself, All your tomorrows set, to your narcissistic pleasure, Heartless, heartless like an empty can, Feeder on the souls of the innocent, I swim against the tide of … More Like an empty can

Revised You

I posted the poem you yesterday I have reviewed it and changed and hopefully improved it what do you think?  You. There is no mistaking you, Standing poised by the jeep,  Surrounded by  fractured light, like a being from another  dimension, Your head thrown back, emitting sounds that I cannot hear,  I am imagining, the … More Revised You

You

There is no mistaking you, Standing poised by the jeep, surrounded by the fractured light as the sun bounces off metal and glass, Your head thrown back, emitting sounds, that I cannot hear, Although I am imagining, the infectious booming laughter, rolling from your lips.  Images blown like paper, Stirring, in the draft from an … More You