Tag Archives: statue
Statues Watching
A copse of tall bark Stands stark Leaves waving in Breeze Giants rooted in the dirt Statuesque trees Looking over us Like gargoyles With knotted eyes they spy Upon those in their grove Still and Stoic in watching
Thentropy
Thentropy Holes formed Never sealed Rocks stuck in shoes we wield Crude remarks Vulgar gestures No one cares for barren pastures Or to look at the Spires jutting off The tall towers Picturesquely preserved Gargoylic Stature of a stone hawk Loving every Last thing About the watching statues Waterfalling Runoff from Stone brick and mortarContinue reading “Thentropy”
Astromachina
Astromachina Wearing A darling tunic A dress you Can feel right through it Buoyant fabric Caresses and has it A proper comfort For your chassis Obsidian scarf Spirals around a statue Sparkling with pinks And bright blues Coma cluster art Dewdrop imbued Portrait canvas Modeling glass shoes
Pioneer Park
Pioneer Park Oatmeal and raisin At the top of the mountain Where pilgrims Gather in a hollow In wagons which others will Definitely follow Downpour’s begun Spitting at your grass Where cows and asses Chew their cud And the mountain’s pass Becomes dense mud Coffee beans grinding To keep the senses alive And with ourContinue reading “Pioneer Park”
Four Fronts
Four Fronts Eons stilled the first dawn Since a stoic sculpture stood Marching towards wondrous fields With each noon light’s passing So the stalwart stood Every day being there Stood steadfast against the Incursion of the East Every noon opens new fronts Where statue stood defending The four armies approached For all times to stopContinue reading “Four Fronts”
Rankin Rogers
Rankin Rogers There was always music Erupting from the monolithic statue For the whole country To envy from below the hill Every night new people would arrive Painting the statue every day Perpetually and irrevocably More red They were new every night This cluster of people An offshoot of one group Or another But everyContinue reading “Rankin Rogers”
Old World Red
Old World Red Under your pitched tent I roll out my bed It’s just a pad under my head But it’s my place to rest The cloth’s aroma of old world reds Brings to me a dispel of dread And my pockets are filled With ticket stubs and coins My coveralls jingle With memory ofContinue reading “Old World Red”
