English – Page 53 – Scriptorium '77

Standing the Heat With Torture

It’s not the bright day I recommend
But the grey day I’d like to extend
With few tasks to finish

Steam

Running out of…
Water
I need to run to the kitchen

Resurrection

Life is standing still on a Sunday
But for some it’s no fun day
It’s not even a day for reflection
Or for blessings and resurrection

Deartification

we poets put our minds on the line
we artists express our feelings and show ourselves
bare to the world around us
to look at us

Sonnet #36: Earthquake

Too long it takes to realize the pain
For those who suffer death comes within seconds
Through earthquakes there is not much more to gain
Then beg for help as president he reckons

Nobody is Trapped. There is a Whole World Waiting for You

Where am I? Who am I?
In my dream I walk along an empty street; feeling empty; being alone

Late Balcony Evenings

My late balcony evenings had been long past
Until today
I went out with a cigarette

Living Life Entirely

targeting the inner self
with feelings from the highest shelf
in a living room of sunsets

Smoking Hot Sunday

Left my body in the shadow
Still there is the mirrored meadow
Burning leaves upon my skin

Dreaming. Barely

Wake at five
Just barely
Half sleepy to the door
Slammed it shut