Healing-Celina

Your love is that of iodine
A curing clarity
That works its way between my bones
And nestles subtly.

Paint your path

I dwell within the realm of obscurity.
I search for truth and magic purity.

My mind is a Jackson Pollak wet dream,
Where questions drip as splatters darkly gleam.

Her Wild Demure

She clings to bold voice slips,
Unfolding like oragami
Of crisp and bare sheets, vul-
nerable listeners stormy.

Ned Ludd-Celina

“Enough!” Ludd’s act organically
stewed engineers in shame.
Humanity mechanically
gasped with the stocking frame.

Sour Grapes

Rimbaud, a country child not fit

for vineyards, rolling hills.

But city life bore no fruit and

destroyed his strength of will.

Gulliver

Is Gulliver so large and wild,
Or slipping deceit up?
A small and artful, shifting child
On isles he found himself.

Mr. Teach

Blackbeard the infamous dispatched
his foes with undue glee.
The shape of his flag flew low, just
a hair above the sea.