Poetry in the raw.

That's right...two Wednesdays in a row! Let's hear it for lit night! Let's try a bit of applied haiku tonight. This one is written today, published tonight. How's that for efficiency?




Slow burn. With a taste,
Beaujolais glares trickle from
Dark fermentation

In thirsty vineyards,
Carefully hidden, tended
To lush excesses.

Your riddle entwined,
Veiled in the blithe tannins of
A transient smile

Awash amongst the
Steep nose, frail legs of the glass
Of Dionysus.

POETRY!!!

So...blogger still won't let me format properly. Fuck them...here is my latet poem (in leiu of my larger poetry project) without the proper formatting (imagine each lower case line indented 5 spaces).

(Note: I wrote this last night while half inebriated and mostly asleep. I polished it up today)

A flash,
A fount
of inspiration,
of feline paradox,

Where a question
is an invitation
And a front of naïveté
a snare of better thinking.

Where youth is a hindrance
and a necessary medium
For tiptoe graces,
For telling faces
and a question
and answer,
unbelieving.
Sonata.

Where I masquerade,
and proceed to cavort
With probability,
With mirth
and retreat to the sideline.

A vision,
A dream of entropy

Where words hang heavy,
bored
And a question
is an invitation to our dance
Of glee
I lead
In three
we waltz

And curiosity
Springs me from the limbo
Of a higher purpose
in a flash.