Sunday, November 7, 2010

A Poem: 'Forth'

The windows are always the same
No matter what corner you are looking from
They unfold like moss dripping on tin roofs

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Like hot libido through a Cosmos

Trickling down a shivering spine
The chariot of Pardon
Drifting in a spasm

Trickling down in showers the morning after
Hammering down the sparkles in your eyes

And before you are gone,

You are back

All illustrations, paintings and poems (c) 2010 Bon Nielsen