Poetry

“Life’s too short,” he claims as grin, His crooked smile a snare of charm. Each lass with breasts and legs he spies He will pursue with every lie Like water tinged by oil’s spill; It seems he’d give you life and more, But rather, death will come with dive As suffocate in Charmer’s eyes. A feeling of deep wariness- I see it in his [...]

He’s murmuring into his beard, Curses or prayers, falling To the stone under his feet. Crouching by the road, jaundiced eyes Darting from their hands to mouths, He whispers to those who would hear, “The end, the end, the end.” Clutching his jacket, eyes rolled back, Whites turned to overcast skies. Another demon takes him, Convulsing at Hyde and Sutter while Shoppers walk past, clutching Stained glass [...]

One purple flower… Or maybe it is fuchsia, or lavender Or that seventh colour, what is it? Indigo? It is the one we’re never sure of; [...]

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It was too beautiful a day to sit in class. Worn thin, this adjective, Like steel wool used too often And cheapened like the girl in the Second row; she's just another Beautiful face. This day is like every other. No clouds, and the sun That makes us squint so We can’t even see. It is beautiful outside, it is March, and I couldn’t bear to sit [...]