(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
In this moment, I am tired. Dare to stay exhausted? Tonight - inspired- yet I’m tired, off to bed. Don't sleep, be free.
I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,
Don’t you know that I tried my best to capture exuberance of life in my breast. Hope defined,
I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.
Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,
It is a good thing to have words melted at the sunset. Beyond sense, sybaritic,
...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,
The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
Stooping low to face the gentle wa… that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t… and a simple drink taught desponde… A hidden path felt through the unc…
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and
I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.