knobs

Sky spills over
silhouette of ghostly clouds
fading pink
drops of diffusing wine
into crystal clear water..
air filled with tinkling shards.
Vodka smells
upon my hand, my pale palm
my warmth seeking fingers on the glass..
wandering around checked tablecloth,
stained with fallen foods
and lost alcohol...

And grinny faces making rounds
flocks of laughter
known, unknown, grim, glee
I remember of Golden knobs
I once held.
which brought them here.
which brought me here.

Me

Ghostly grey shadows

over cornery rooms

clinging away from dawn,

in hinges and window slit.

And rain air with it.

embrasive drizzles occupies;

dark smoky skies.

cloud sihouette

devours mountains

and their tree.

World's the cloud,

mountain is me.

Inertia

I want to reach nowhere,

fill sand dust on my feet.

Fingers grasping thin air,

gritting restless teeth.

chase out  my thought,

listen to monastic chimes.

Make misty ring road,

and fluty little rhymes.

by the road

What have you been seeing,
You poor disgusted being.

By the road,
below stale black cloud.

On the wall,
busy people.

with blinky little gape.
waiting...
for spare scrape.

Misty Morning

Spinning around
the revolting door.
Floated pauper
casting ashore.

Rainbow shadows
on fields of knob.
Drowned delusion
and fleets of drop.

Highway hymns
held upon leaves.
forgotten smiles
for haloed thieves.

Cusped cup
over escaping steams.
Misty morning.
Disappearing dreams.

She

She left herself

For dozen strange gaze

For sweet little lies

And fake plastic face.

Scars in her heart

she arrived at a path.

The shrugging street light

illuminated her a way.

It’s a bitter cold night,

She preferred to stay.

Dreams in her eyes,

She reached for paradise.

In the same old  pain,

Love threatens her, again.

prose room

Two and a half dumpling lay wasted on the plate.
Lazy swaying haze
erupting with an eased reluctance
from the ignored cigarette.
Smells of whiskey from the air arise,
tiny fragrance of spirit indulged with ice.

Inky shadows disturbed the empty room.
Silence altercating with pulse of the clock.
Strumming of six strings broke in on occasion,
partnered by a song.
Low, long and strong.

Muffled

The sun kissed day
Flows over our life.
And we prepare again
For daze of the night.

The gloom of the clouds
Surrounds our sky.
Gift of snow flakes
Or just another lie?

Brunette across the table,
Forms whirlwind with her wine
Her touch of infidelity,
Gives evening its shine.

Friends circle the light,
Creating little smoke ring.
They defeat the cold
With laughter and drink