Just In Impression

Category: Poetry

  • R G B

    You can color the world by simplyadjusting the output of red green and blue—layering upon the void that lies beneath glass vacanta warm touch. How could one hope to conveythe same depth of lavender hue found dancing acrossthe pavement a shadow pulls towards its rooted trunk.That glimpse of lavender only…

  • Charlie’s

    I used to be cool.  Made enough to pay my bills  spending what I lacked  at the bar. Whiskey ginger,   washes down  a whiskey back.   Jibber-jabber out in the peristyle,  joint passing  mouth  to mouth.   Not a handshake— a bicep squeeze, an ass grasp—  to say hello in…

  • Night Terror

    Dreams of roses red and violets blue—snaredand consumed ‘neath the waninghues of this garden’s gloom. Naughtfinds succor from the verdant hoodof each serpent coiled—shroudedin a spurious smell of eveningdew raiding the air to charmdelicate reveries of dimmingmoons—to be gorged upon by the cobralily’s sweetest plume. Thus—night upon night—I am plunged…

  • Game Night

    The seats are sat, pints are poured, poultry pulled, While the wagers are placed—all bets are set. The warmth flowing from a wine freshly mulled leaves little for sole players to regret— a war waged, crowning a victor this night.  And a family strong, we each will rise  to battle…

  • My Tree

    In my tree nestled high— a captain’s crow nest  I command to explore the verdant sea  of neatly cut grass.  A vantage— I watch the  bristled tails of fauna  frolicking along umber  isles forged of pinecones and needles fallen  from the towering  blue spruce.  When the sun  falls to my…

  • Beets

    Right to move forward,  left moves back,  A makes you jump,  while B will attack.  Swords and shields  or guns and tanks. Easy to switch with a press— eject, mash power down,  when the screen darkens black, behind the last words;  Game Over.  Time to go outside, we’ll ride our…