生じる

Frequent fowl divine the sky line
Castles pierce the mountains
Snow recedes – from rays they shy – ‘n
Children play in fountains

Echoes ramble in motley morse
Through skies of blue and burn
Chains of rust grunt-grind to and thus
Balance bumbles in turn

Fin’lly, naked flesh appears
Heaved between concrete beats
Flowers flower their sweet incense
‘Tis time to wash the sheets!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s