Category Archives: poetry

volume is turned up and scratching behind the ears ….


the intention ….

silk sheets spread across a bed of barbed wire,
pain was the pleasure when bare skin screamed out
forever more ….

no intent is ever required,
only chosen when desired

Bodansko
2019


washing dishes ….


there is no such thing as immigrants, there is only ” human beings of planet Earth ” among other life forms that all depend upon one another to do the natural thing …. Jimi


weathered tree stands firm, strong roots they be ….


greasy


ass

eating a fortune cookie
while contemplating the past ….
until the here and now
bit me on the ass

Bodansko
7-1-2019


bird bath


skylight

cloudlight xx


storm


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