The rains come
And never really clean
The parking lots and streets
And driveways
Just carry things away
To unseen places
Far away, insensate pools
Oil residue
Creates a kaleidoscopic slick
Upon the water’s surface
As even more spills forth
Churning indefatigably from the culvert’s maw.
© Erik Hansen 2014
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing
Your sonnet burned itself
Into our minds
A brand held lightly
Yet firmly pressed
Screaming its smoky life
Released into the world
To bring ruin upon us all
Cities lie in ashes
In the whispered echoes
Of your love.
© Erik Hansen 2014
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
The distance
And mists mute the tone
Of the buoy’s bell
Far offshore
Ocean’s metronome
Further off a horn sounds
Ghost calls made for spirits
The living slumber below
Warm bunks and low lights
The soft splashing
Of cold waves
Against the gunwales
The soft rolling
Of something
Unsecured on the deck above.
© Erik Hansen 2014
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Dream memories
Of a slap across the face
A hollowness In the belly
Aching, twisting fingers
Digging
Pulling
Your heart is a dark moon
Pulling me up
Through acidic waves
To reach
And fall short each time.
April 2014
Still it wells up from below
This unforced feeling
A squalid sketch in charcoal
And chalk
A watercolor washed in blood
This drama In human form.
April 2014
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