Tag: Poetry blog

Ray Today

Gentlemen born of
Sparkle and cut
Open to remove those
Blasted ugly things
Radiating with half
Life and spring
Practices.

The Country of Illness

In the country of Illness
I live in a town called sick
Squabbling and wordless
Rounded outwardly and thick.

Playing the Cat

Nestled pyramids, soldiers of sand,
No servants hand, no strangers.
No one died today, no saints
Made. Cat wore the Ankh,
Carried the dog headed staff,
Drawing along the sea crooked to
And fro on the sand, wand dragging