ekkis
+
poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Little fighter
The scars in your flesh evoke violent memories of screaming and flying chairs and the vicious heart of alcohol and testosterone A cruel night locked out in cold pitiless rain leaves other scars in your gentle heart visible only in the warm rains of your eyes To creatures like you must Providence smile in later life, as restitution in the form of loving children and the gentle hugs and tender thoughts of total strangers [01 IX 2009]
Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder
All Rights Reserved
« prev | index | next »

Loading