being Born is still new:
UP
./ \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.
:: 03-29-2017 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 