(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
Gazing at the heavens, wondering if I am to blame for evil. Incorrigible self.
The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.
Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something
There’s four of them, circling aro… not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha… to each other. Today yet another d… Dressed mostly in black, with rand…
Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before.… Have these cards been shuffled?
Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair
Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.