Month: March 2018

Words of Days Past

Often one’s solitude

can be disrupted, polluted

by unnerving tumult.

Strong imperturbable mindsets

may dance around malarkey

of any one flibbertigibbet ,

who kyoodle only because they can

Yet it must be known-must be said,

that the scalawags (with their aloofness)

of society sometimes foment distractions

of the sort that plants seeds

of creative constipation.

-SpKn

Beautiful Belongings

Similes are pretty things-

flowers on a window sill of

a decrepit apartment building.

Metaphors move with violent

passion-

like a boxer dancing

in the ring.

Blue is cliché but

every color is pink.

Commas are the yellow

lights of literature

a semicolon’s shape

is a red-white

octagon.

Like butter on toast,

we belong together.

-SpKn

Contact

The touch, the feel of

your bare brown skin

against my rugged texturin’

lights a fire deep within.

From my soul comes fantastical

fiery images full of

pure passion and heart pounding

action as I taste you

and you taste me.

You are my forever fantasy.

Tantalizing seduction glistens

in your eyes.

At first contact we

can make love and let

our hearts surmise

the depths of the

surprise as our panting

turns to sights.

-SpKn