Sorcerous Science

Film Photography;

one more lost spagyric art

like all other alchemy.

Senryū 11 May 2018

My inner poet

Mourns your harsh assertion that

Letters are mundane

A Humble Collection

Poets collect words,

Weave them into matrices,

Fractal filigrees,

Knit together dreamscapes,

As few words as miles

From this lonely earth

To our bright, beloved moon.

This finite dictionary

Yields infinite expression.

Name That Tune, Greg

Ahh! That hollow roar,

passive-aggressive bellows

of an impotent tyrant,

~

Grasping desperately

for any shred of respect,

oh, so richly undeserved.