Drabarni's Drom Romani
Time became a cyclone after thirty
Blurring my eyes as I hurtled through space
Clogging my pores, making me feel dirty
Forcing me to become part of its race. 82 more words
Rose City Revolver
The count’s new lady cried, “I must confess!”
While he stuck by to clean up the remains;
the crafty count buried the body and mess. 101 more words
4 hours, 23 minutes
The Baffled Heart
A favored image on this shelf, I keep;
my love. I know that look upon his face.
I learned to read his eyes though now he sleeps. 102 more words
7 hours, 8 minutes
Attesting to the stain of sin,
Salvation (holy, blessed mephitis)
Seeped the sickly sap through Eden.
Love had nurtured, witnessed for it,
Promulgated through each pore; 45 more words
7 hours, 31 minutes
Someone murdered the Pope in the chapel.
Who could this be, making the trouble?
Is it the doctor who has a sharp scalpel?
Is is the hobo who lives in the rubble? 86 more words
7 hours, 40 minutes
“Between Two Worlds”
Though heaven’s gate be grace-filled for the soul,
my being hovers, halting near this earth.
Unless you, only love, were there to hold, 96 more words
8 hours, 7 minutes
The Modern Marlowe
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: 363 more words
12 hours, 39 minutes