C & K

Pale Roses

pallor moonlit skin
Pale roses are in full bloom
pleasing no one else

whole.

love split open
emotions, stardust, and the odd hair
flowing outward

parted.

feeling everything
dark clouds and the unintended rainbow
flooding rivers

sutured.

forgetting the pain
teardrops mixed with paint, dust, and rain
love in the mirror

Hidden from all the passers-by
burnt by beauty’s sun
A scar for me to remember

sweeping windy night
a trace of the wilderness
sipping something sweet

in life, you sit alone
acquaintances, two friends
tears of loneliness

in death, crowds mourn
a moving elegy from whom?
fighting over caviar

a bee sits on the tip of a black hat
The hat sits on the head of a person
and the person is considered selcouth

a bee has nothing to do with the hat
The hat isn’t connected to the person
and yet the person remains unique, odd

Lost in the deep fog
echolalia sets in
Where is the toilet?

the grip of it all
she felt the rush of blood
blurring the spaces
disintegrating dreams
the burn of karma

a hanging grey sky
peaceful and alone in bed
a book nirvana

grey sky, falling leaves
rain swept sentimental day
grey thoughts remain still
listening to the winding
additional cup for you