Category Archives: Poetry

Tango

Dancing in the silver of the moon tonight,

The tango conjures savage passions.

A longing for the mystic and hedonist delight,

The sweetest beauty and the beast do ride.

They ride upon a mystic fire

With the spirits, like the northern lights.

My primal heart burns desire

The scarlet lady and her consort love the ride.

A perfect night, dancing under shining stars,

Out in the open terrace, dancing in the subtle wind.

Shining city lights below, and rivers of rushing cars,

Lost to all around me, in your eyes I find love.

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The Surrealist Hour

As the sweet dream of absinthe, so bitter to taste.

The artist, the poet and magi sit

inspired by the surrealist’s sun.

The artist with canvas, the poet with his wit.

Shimmering colors glide and dance and mystify,

this hour between day and night.

A wave and a feeling one cannot describe.

The secrets of the deep orange, red and purple light.

Soothed by the violet and moved by the midnight blue

The fool, and the Magi, The World, Queen of Cups

and the Knight of swords races toward you.

A myriad of worlds filtered through a sugar cube.

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Description of a cold day

A greasy gray-green
sort of gangrene
mist

is now lying dead

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