Hors D’oeuvres

Come on over Have a drink
or smoke or Hors D’oeuvres
whatever you wish but never just
for me : what more right i have
to write deep apologies but
gold leaf upon your lip
leaps the sheer deep blue skies
and Gold threads snap
within her precious heart
of giddy whirls and sweeps of
fancy she screamed ‘i have a puppet
string to your heart’ Breathless,
golden leaves twirl
spiral, circle and concave.
i was never easily amused even when
nature turns and tosses blame –>i’m
joking in imaginations of love and life
and that SUN! Mary! Harry! Jesus!
my head glows golden within the gutters;
fair flares of love burning everywhere
is all we love and are oh what we are.

:: 01.15.2023 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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