nolens volens

the call of the mist
touched the shadow’s day
a fascinating glare
of enigmatic forbears
impressed upon blood sanctions
a toast to reverie
antiquated
embraced
triumphant
designs of
misunderstood
phenomena
raptures of yearning
in the waves of unseen waters
heart flutters beckoning sirens
soul submersions personified
with needlepoint rhythms
crowned in vestibules
nolens volens

Vashti (c) 2008

Compost

The hollows scream
in an empty embrace
with unsolicited solitude
handed down from
century’s transparencies
deafening the nothingness
with fervency.

Passion passed by
poised for elucidation,
comparing itself to
pristine flights in
aqua deltas and
spacious consumptions
daring to swallow.

Scented imaginations
bartered with the
forlorn freedoms
sculpted in concrete
meadows where
metallic flowers
bore no pollen.

The carnivorous
chomped hardware
at the tomb of
Paracelsus
turning potsherds
into compost
of the soul’s winter.

Faded

Congo was an elitist who spoke in parables.
His sofa reeked of blue cheese and wheat crackers.
With pen in hand he placed his mark in places for iconclasts.
His bow tie lay across the desk in blatant disregard.
Fear rested on his pinky finger and joy in the index.
His marvels dressed in pink chiffon and his pains in packaged pudding.

Pristina’s voice entered over the intercom.
“A select dozen have arrived,” she reported.
“Resort to plan ‘B,’” he told her through the voice sender.
Tell Roge I am ready for passion.
Redirect all intents and purposes.
As a matter of fact, grab the bag and interact.

Pristina pushed the pause button, relaxed, filed her nails
and adored the freezing of sidewinding
against quondam doorways that fall short
of bon vivant locales of present particles.
The purpose of on purpose
proposes that it is as ought to be.


Vashti (c) 2007

Textur'

The wayfarer
pondered the
textures.
Silk planes
satisfied
seamlessly.
Corduroy
confused
smooth.
Lavendar
lavished
Peter’s
epidermis
and launched
Lezetta’a last
nerve.
Filtered daylight
decided to laugh
with soul caresses.

Vashti (c) 2007

Taffeta Weave

...real

peeled

the ordeal

sealed

feelings

revealing

concealing

atrophied deals

unknown tokens

broken

awoken

stroked again

beginning, middle, end

dividends

happenstance

on fringed telescopes

quarter past the past

of ten

Vashti