VISUAL POEMS | 诗歌

Night, night, bet I never.

Night, night, bet I never.
The abysmal haze, the home bitter
In the blizzard be a sweet-dreamer.

My bedside needs no storyteller;
Luna beams the strand, glitter.
Night, night, bet I never.

Weeds run wild, dews flood over and over
Infest my land, my hands that perspirer
In the blizzard be a sweet-dreamer.

Blight unfold, delight untold, lying a safe danger,
Be snore-littered
Night, night, bet I never.

Birthplace of ticking, where heart-crusher,
A good-night quitter.
In the blizzard be a sweet-dreamer.

Waves of stress over; near edge, sunrises gleamier,
May I never know to sound sleeper
Night, night, bet I never.
In the blizzard be a sweet-dreamer.

(2025)

The Crow Devours Your Heart

A crow circles in shadows
Above your head, an unsettling light.
Lift your head, hands in air.
It sits looking at a futile dance,
Whom caught in despair.
They told you there’s none above, but
Empty blue.
No pesky crow, yet
Disbelief.

A curtain you drew, a door you shutted
shunning the sun.
Emaciation, a withering form.
So much depends
Upon.
In the final act, a narrative ends as silence calls.

Now it’s eight in the morning, hate in the morning.
That crow, circling dread,
Descends upon the gloomy bed.
The grayish beak, your skin it rends,
The feast begins on a deadened heart.


What were you thinking?
Unease that tears the soul apart,
Or suspicion, distrust,
Or your fear of yourself.

(2024)

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(2023)