Plunder Why, loving NaturePlunder by ~khaerukama-o
Do you talk of Bounty or
Wealth, as if Jealous?
Winter Curling itself around the hoary walls andWinter by ~khaerukama-o
Chimneys, squeezing out thin threads of smoke;
Testing its tongue in doors and drafty halls --
Cold snout on naked cheek and opened throat.
Prints the span of cities freeze the walks,
Flushing wind-bit with sharpy breath, and
Wreathing breath with vapours as we talk, it
Seeps through frosted panes whene'er we rest.
Within its glassy bulk the light so leaps, in
Blues deep, whites bright, crisp'd to tear the eye --
Stars wax bright in night's more inky deep, and
Lamps spill golden rays to pierce its hide.
Round the equinox it sports and plays,
Then lolls about 'til March, and run
Haiku - Nightingale and War Her laugh held musicHaiku - Nightingale and War by ~khaerukama-o
Small and sweet as the bright songs
And the names of birds
The world is but a
Theatre; here caper and jest
The ill-famed players
-April 21, 2003
Moments - Bus Stop Peched on the bench against the glassMoments - Bus Stop by ~khaerukama-o
Bus shelter, chatting on
Her tiny phone.
The right makeup, china-doll skin
Painted on. Hair teased, curled
Just so and sprayed.
Freezing her pretty little ass off, in
Parasuco, fur-lined leather,
boot heels.
Back so straight, shrink-wrapped legs crossed
In boredom. So painfully cool -
Generic.
Transitory beauty, at a bus stop. I
Drive by. Dangles from thin fingers,
A cigarette.
-April 21, 2003
Sta.sh
