Poem no. 18 Evening Fog

October is the month the mists draw in. These calm and freshly silent mornings settle summer and draw reluctant autumn to our door. The evening fog falls low on crop-shorn fields as rolls of rich, mysterious white seep through the emptying hedges and fall in…

21

A small departure for a bigger adventure The horizon fades Tiny pockets filled her choice of stones or liquor Sink, float, swallow, gasp

Hour 20 Eaters

20 2017 Eaters by Paul Robert Sanford Tortoise eats cactus Cactus shelters bird from snake Ant eats them all.

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We have a pussy.  You can usually find her in the barn.   She hunts mice, bothers raccoons, but leaves the chickens alone.   We have a cock.  He also lives in the barn.   He’s our only one.  He struts his stuff.   We’ve noticed he has…

Hour 20: Reclaimed Wreckage

Racing for the sunlight quicker Growing thicker Saplings reaching Send roots leeching Strangling the clockwork functions Green expunctions Cogs have rusted Engines busted Forest once a metal garden Nature’s pardon Oxidizing Fertilizing (In response to Prompt #20… though it was no deviation from my usual…

A COLLECTIVE CREATION OF PARADISE

The actors rise in pairs. An executioner stands with his back to the victim. The audience participates in The Rite of Universal Intercourse. I am not allowed. I am not allowed! I am not allowed? (to- smoke marijuana, take my clothes off, travel without a…

Hour 21

24 Hours Is A Lot The day had yet to ever stop It seems like I will never sleep My eyelids weigh more than barbells And my body want’s to relax My head is full of thoughts of sleep