Meow?

‘Twas the night before Valentine, and nowhere you’d see a candy.
The detective remarked: “It’s definitely FatKitty’s modus operandi”
Chocolate, bonbons, sweets: no supply of sugar had been left unwrapped.
Kindly traded for a haiku had been, all the snacks that were kidnapped.

It said:

“Meow, I need the sweets!
The planet’s a giant whale
I will be one too”

And it was talking about bein’ a globe round,
For you know, as weird as it might sound
Geysers going off on this silly blue sphere
Are nothing but a happy sweet whale’s cheer

Luckily, roses were spared by the fluffer’s diet
Thus lovers all over had not been pushed to riot
For a questionable selfish kitten’s daydream
Causing depletion of Neapolitan ice cream

And still under the crescent there were to ingest
A million love words from the depths of the chest

~

You need an ocean
To make waves

Wind Over Matter

I’m unperturbing motion
Lingering in solipsism
As if my veins carried time
And in the prose of red wine
My volatile roots find echoes
Of corrupted waters
Of malignant soil
Dazed in the turmoil
The weight of the crowd
Does not tip the scale
Only the searing voice
Speaks the harrowing truth
To the orating listener
Self-taken to court,
Self, taken to court.
By the prayed wind God’s kiss
Carrying pirates’ ship to port
The captive pilgrim was saved
For the kind world’s never
Unwavering in raising a seed
Craving to escape the nether

FINNTERSTELLAR

It was a lazy Sunday
With nothing on TV
When Finn’s mom tried
To discover and see
What the blue skies hide.
Finn, who was merrily passing by
Was struck, amazed, in awe
He couldn’t believe his eyes!
“Mom!” he said “There I want to go!”
And so, behold! It’s about to begin
The magical cosmic adventure of Finn

Era una domenica di noia,
Nulla passava la tivù,
Quando la mamma di Finn decise
Di vedere cosa il cielo blu
Nascondesse nei suoi reparti.
Finn, che passava da quelle parti
Rimase colpito, allibito, folgorato,
“Mamma!” disse “voglio vedere questo posto fatato!”
E così iniziò, senza dubbio, senza paura,
Di Finn la tenera cosmica avventura

Cataclysm [(ZL2kT)]

To write is never easy
When riding the night steeds
Scrunching pins exorcise,
Tapping sable prayer beads,
Squared, from demonic souls
Which go, out of control
Surrendering their reins
On snowridden, torpid plains.
There, plumed northern shamanbirds
Play with forbidden ruinmaking words

Les asturies lay barren
Ungrown details plucked
One by one, by a dim heron
Unfolding’ts petals in twilights.
Shadows from structure remain
A feeble Saint, once a cogent thane
Hastly drags a long, straggly chain,
On these lands with no pleats
Wishing for an obdurate end
To his misery, or to this day
To close curtains on the ballet,
Or navigate with caustic stars

Elvis the turtle has no spine
Overtingled from gospel chants, it snapped
Brokennecked, with a dangling beak,
Sulfursipping goes mumbling a shriek
Memorised from banshees, sirens
Of parkings lots the vitric tyrant
Shatters from cries going unbent

So I go, looking for who-I-am-not
But if I learn it’s all for naught
For when in walnut walled skies
To myself I open eyes
It’s the void I stare

Calling