Poems from Jörmundgandr
Sink
Full of
Dirty dishes,
The tap leaks
Drip....
Drip....
Drip....
Time has never been so lucid;
Depravity etched...
My words are
A sweet wine
Which ever
So slowly melts
Like slushies in summer
Into your
Plutonian
Dreams:
I laid
On the warmth
Of...
As boney fingers of branches clasp the waning sky
I look forward ever onward and see her as she cries.
Helpless to damn her fluid streams...
I sat in my car
Sweating to the sounds
Of a composer
Who wrote sheets of music
That he believed would
Never be heard
By anyone else...
With mixed
And
Mottled emotions
We sail
wayward ships
Out from seagull
Encrusted shores
Across a beating
Ocean, hissing like
vipers
That...