Sting

(With audio in the voice of the author)

To R. C., thanks for the memories...

Undeserved treason

stinging like a stabwound

goes deep spreading poison

inside the bleeding flank

when the sting of the stinger

inoculating the venom

was thought to be

surrounded

by honey

until yesterday.

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Haiku of the Peacock

Unique unyielding beauty

befitting to rule paradise

and all graces beyond.

Vitality

Breath of air sailing

in acrobatic mystery

disseminated.

Stillness

Midday is a fried egg

over the numbed horizon.

Seagulls, pelicans and albatross

dart into the glassy surface

as if looking for desperate refuge

in the quiet, deceiving liquidness

where life crosses into another

dimension.

Loyalty

The poet stands

alone

even

when his memories,

his sacrifices and petty crimes

follow him about

like a pack

of famelic, pitiful canines...

Lullaby

Nighty-night, my love:

it's time to lose perception

and embrace silence...

Redemption

Eyes forever shut,

finally shut and still as

earth devours the ego.

Execution

Hand submits to brain.

Brain thinks of utter evil.

Evil has a price.

Perfection

The rainbow triumphs

over storm and over rain

coloring bleakness.

Implosion

Bottled up inside

the voice was a whisper

then a waning flame

then a puddle

minuscule and

shallow puddle

devoid

of larvae

of tadpoles

of paramecia...

Exile's end

Elegant moment

of crisp,

voluptuous,

productively ambiguous silence...

I have returned

incorporeal, almost winged,

demigod

of uncertain audience...