Cinquains And Similar Stuff I

Water Moccasin Psalm

 

D e v o u r e d

by lights.

Slowly slithering downstream

w/ living reflections of

H e a v e n.

 

 

 

A Note from Across the Sea

 

Broken, bloodied.

Choking! Gagging! Suffocating!

Nothing to complain about.

Life.

 

 

Vacated Space

 

Half-drunk,

slowly burning;

smiling @ cute corpses

in neon-colored bikinis.

Hell-bound.

 

 

 

Prefight Omens

 

Eyes:

bluish Tatters

leaking napalm tears.

Rattlesnakes! Smart-bombs! Wildfires!

Just below the calm surface,

waiting to be fed

something

pure.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Your nickname should be "Snakebite", each poem so far is like a snakebite, poisoning me with otherworldly awesomeness.

[Kerry O'Connor]

And here a pause for thought at each one... love the water moccasin reflecting a bit of heaven.