on jovian clouds
On Jovian Clouds
Author: windstrewn
Average Dude. Sometimes, I Write.
throwback: 1998: reflecting pool
If ever there were a man…
mount melanchol
My heart has become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
dancing on my own
We’ve all, at some well-remembered time in our lives, had a heart condition that came close to killing us…
alms for an almanac
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
fallen fates
Against all my heart has loved I hold a difference and a debt
lies and lilies
she slapped him
lens on a recluse
Strange does fit the recluse, dresses up a bit the riddle of it.
when kissed by less
Not all fights are with fists.
all the tortures (excerpt)
He slunk as he whispered it: “Don’t do this.”
the postcard
“There is something about this picture,” she penned…
some tales have no tell
No legend came by it ignobly
that’s gonna leave a mark
It was a rickety rack and a rook at risk, all chess to be checkmated, I swear.
the tear-kiss
Give me the prick of suffering, then.
climb
Are clouds good for skipping stones? I’d like to know…
glinting bastion
Your salted instance, a glinting bastion.
ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
reynolds-tin
It starved me then. So I ate from it twice.
prairie fire
Maybe you’ve never seen a man lose his hope in the smoke…
unspoken for
Let me be…more than that bitter-root wine.
color the cow
Maybe it doesn’t matter if you do right.
gossamer in the crown
Leave me to live on your ceiling and, between us, well enough alone.
barely there
Happiness, I swear…
crackerjackin’
More music…
why we were on the bus
To what sunset should I sweat-lay the rail?
three girls: jazzy lou
Jazzy Lou would be a song
the gulls would sing…
dolor cordis
It rhymes its rack-and-ruin rise to the hope in my glacé eyes.
