A New Poem of Mine!

Enjoy it.

Or else.

Aquifoliage

The floor:

      glassilveryglassysilver:

is changing.

Alphα and Ωmega

infinite, immortal, and unchangeable

And what looms up treelike?

      huge puffy translucent puffs of ice

trees without trunks

or stems

leaves foliage twigs branches…

hovering ethereal and mysterious over the surface of the waters.

Above the canopy?

Cyclopean, a knife-spear

rends the heavens and comes down

piercing bone and marrow

belligerently defying its lunar superior…

and a swallow

                        WHIFFLES

past my head.

Long live experiential poetry!