The London Hours, 2012

* your tone harsh accusing pushing me far testing me  . i’ve no rooms for games we could have had a large house  . i would gave settled for a bedroom 24/7 no restroom and such you vomit everything out  . even what wasn’t on the table fear is a dangerous stimulant . . Filed […]

The London Hours, 2012

* we met this time on fulgid smiles  . among golds and sun rays ‘bout midnight we walked out  . hand on hips heading dawn a soft kiss was all  . we met on ends  . melted together  . it’s when two hearts start taking a bone’s shape have you ever noticed?  . a bone […]

The London Hours, 2012

* white wellness welcomed within . quietness a silence seek . nearly no movement a mussel in a shell . i hear love surging . if i could stay forever . fractions of a deep me . . Filed under: Poetry

The London Hours, 2012

* what has smeared me fully and flat dense in this silence . skin against skin bones interwoven infinite cover as the sky . around the earth if you look well . .       Filed under: Poetry

The London Hours, 2012

* i will close the page and put it away . i will have a look at such light lingering . i will stand eventually . get up and displace myself in a busy store drunk in sounds and souls . i will pick you up later when this wind ceases . one more time […]

The London Hours, 2012

* The effort is to frame you . us separated discontinued from anything else adjacent particles . freestanding thus understanding . each moment a mystery . negating continuity will not split us . intuitive to what is there . opened the doors to fantasy . i was yours for a time so you were mine […]

The London Hours, 2012

* what if pregnant clouds . fast paced crossing over . decide for stillness . and will deliver suddenly . their burden on me . such as i wish you will stop by . . Filed under: Poetry

The London Hours, 2012

* past rolling over unfolding falling as old wall paper glueless . brushing off dry skin and dry days it’s well on the right path i walk there . under the sky told memories and no more silence smudged silence . i’m learning advancing not gravid light .++ ..A Filed under: Poetry

The London Hours, 2012

* the bus coming forward carrying large cumulus completely white . in the front windshield what was on my back i would have not seen . restlessness won’t leave never taking a trip far since he’s gone . the brightness pierces i cannot stand waste days thrown void . driving down the circle we’ll get […]

The London Hours, 2012

* this time no words no texts no goodnight . no good mornings or lets chat after breakfast . let’s have dinner when you are back you didn’t want me in the mirror with you no sure i didn’t . i hold out and dive into many passions i live for once and you permeate […]