The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Rainy October Wednesday

Accompanying music. …in the moldy air smells fresh of oysters, crabs, & spiral snails rolling inside rolling leaves, brick bells clanging mossy in the cloudy, pale shoving chill that makes me ill but also stomach-filled: the french fries leave their scent, orange trees scheme to bury seeds are all so juicy you can tell the […]

Posted in Metered, Poetry

October Commeth (TUS PASATIEMPOS CONSISTÍAN EN EL EXTRAÑO Y RETORCIDO Y PERTURBADO Y ME ENCANTA ESO JUEGUITO QUE HABÍAS LLAMADO «GRITAR RAYO»)

I saw it in the warmly cool cast o’ cobalt, spreading its sparks ‘cross the sizzling sands o’ clouds, folded into a thousand gowns with candied drool dripping from its hungry mouth. On damp noons,Jack without his light,still smiling. I caught it in the pumpkin-colored pine needles spread ‘cross the streets, rubbing gainst the off-black […]

Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry