Poems

The naked longing

Naked longing 
  for the shape
edges making curves
reflection that mirror
  body of water
    built by tears
      over shape

At the pier of poets

Words taste different
  to poets
born to break the rules
  see them scattered
    by the wind
sorting syllables by colour
then the raising of the sails
  creaking now to go
  ships bell through the mist 
    yearning men on deck
      secrets stowed below

Algorhythm of the programmable heart

Programmed to divide
  by chance and zero alike
always greater or equalp
  nearest neighbour
    MyNeighbour lest I raise
      balancing my trees
        red and white
          come nesting season
            parenthesis flock

Wondering Eyes

These eyes never dared to rest
the nameless feeling
  in my chest
    my lack thereof
still if eyes had lingered then
the stare could have been forgiven
  most common lustful mind
  alas my piercing gaze
    is of that awful other kind

Confession

The question raised
  the volume of
    the silence then
  hesitation and despair
  the smoke of my
    erupting confession
  the smell of burnt feathers
    as soon the truth lay bare
      the answer hardly noticed

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