Staycation: ComicCon 2023
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Light Bussing Tears
a stray breath
from a slumbering sun
refracts against a lost lamb
of mist
enjoys a last look
into a newborn mirror
ere diving into th’ outside
and composing the genesis
of a rainbow
ne’er to be
PunkRocker at Morning Meal
Egowall
if the season of stars
and that of suns can arm
in arm down time’s corridor
if their campfires in faint
crawl can mirror winks
if hemlocks, disabl’d
to tread, can yearn thru the compost
and wind,
and be fulfill’d in fire’s
absence
then why do we, so
appris’d of them,
ponder to afford
or not
a hand in bloom, an orb’s
regard,
a welcome?
how drunk are we
enslaving wisdom,
in order to pit celebrity
against the self!
Beak through Creed’s Egg
‘tis there?
there ‘tis today–
after years–
the forces of concrete and prayer
clashing with coincidence–
till shone the holy rock
like a pleasant sun
all because the pleas
were reply’d–
not always to the fullness
of the hope–
but nonetheless reply’d–
that another ear dwelt
in some abstract region
a challenge to a newer war–
being belief enough
versus th’ unsociable sloth,
whose tongue be mostly paper
Darkness Speaks
this morning
the sunrise warm’d my skin
my feet and hands puddl’d along the shore
o’er the last breath of each wave
my fingers tast’d of salt
the fragrance of the sea and barbecues
the melodia of seagulls and swimmers
such was Today’s shape of my perpetual night
that only a Blind Woman like myself
can digest
and be uplift’d
to a smile
Sharing A Bath
Making Room for Two
loujen haxm'Yor 