I react quick
to a sure stinging
insect.
When in truth
it is only
a fly.
But the bug
was not bringing
deception.
This misperception
began
with my eye.
-a.r.
Painting: Sting the Bee by Delilah
Found here: http://artbydelilah.com/blog/55557/sting-the-bee-comes-to-town
And then the sun came out
Causing spots when I closed my eyes
The world I once viewed
Held in negative hue
Whew, back to black in a very short while
-a.r.
Painting: Endless Night by Clement Page
Image found here: http://www.clementpage.com/essays.htm
This day has traded meek
For a fierce unflinching me
Like stalking little lambs for meat
I am sinking tearing teeth
Into every hapless soul I see
My own has tasted the most sweet
-a.r.
Painting: Una and the Lion By Briton Rivière
I hear the faint and ticking timepiece
Yes, but more than that I feel it
Metered movement as a metronome
Yet, gaining ground behind me
It’s clicking moments off too quick
Nearly before I’ve time to make them
An angel’s smooth and steady scythe
Hacking down both weeds and blossoms
-a.r.
He loves my nothing
Ness, this creature, I surface
From the black abyss
-a.r.
Painting: Abyss by Dariusz Zawadski
(from one of my Twitter haikus…I came across it last night and was reminded how much I like it)
To be boiled down to basic me
Concentrated simply caustic me
To be heated up to molten me
Melting releasing noxious me
To be reduced to just mercuric me
Carcinogenic heavy metal me
To be smashed and split and spilling me
Spewing radiating nano me
To be absorbed and be invasive me
Mutating and decaying me
To be incinerated ash of me
Tossed and drifting elemental me
To be lost in air and earth and sea
Becoming nothing left of me
-a.r.
Statue: part of the ash Buddha installation by Zhang Huan
Beware of aggressive nostalgia
You may have it all figured out
But, a new time comes along
And then “Get off my lawn!”
Is the sound spilling quick from your mouth
-a.r.
Painting by Jessica Foox
The Romantic I
Have not allowed
To persist
Has silenced my
Inner Skeptic
While I slept
-a.r.
Drawing: Gagged Women
Found here: https://bluebig.wordpress.com
Catharsis shook my cobwebs loose
But my spiders fell out too
Their space for sticky spinning cleaned
What else were they to do
With corners of my mind cleared, I’ve
No arachnids to control
But I miss their many eyes and legs
Catching my creations whole
-a.r.
Drawing by DREAMandDIFFER on deviantart.com
This morning the top of my skull popped off
I noticed it dangling askew
The hook on the left had unfastened itself
With the right hardly holding for two
I ran my hands over the misaligned seam
And the gaping space left by the split
The smooth and the cool and the emptiness
The prominences and the pits
With great care I began placing pieces
And gently I reshaped the hooks
But the bare bones they brought me to beauty
This death cannot be overlooked
-a.r.
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