Wednesday, January 18, 2012

hey now, in memorium

There was a dream that crashed a purple pellicle
so obvious noticed first in post-periwinkle doubts,
the clouds as divine as wake up calls and bent bells
awkward ringing on a white table with black chords,
harmony balanced on mahogany legs sweet fine long
and sandaled in teal ink from a fountain pen drained
on script soap soft carved in scars deep and refined.

I could have punched myself for open stupidity
but even that would have made me stupider still.


  1. And that one. Thanks for these, Gerry! For some reason it's been a while since I read one of yours. Two today, and both a pleasure - so thanks again, and happy year-thing!

  2. Always a pleasure to read your work. Another nice one.

  3. what a fine use of colour and emotion, intertwined. and the ending...
    intriguing, as usual.

  4. smart thoughts on your own intelligence, smart people write stuff opposite.

    Incredible imagery!
    Hope all is well,
    Appreciated your support along the way,
    Welcome sharing a random piece with us today,
    You rock.
    Keep it up.

  5. Thanks all. Is it too late to say 'happy new year'?