Incendiary

In that instant inflammatory
Something-on-your-mind,

One thought keeps
Burning through

The darkness, nothing
To be left behind.

Recent Links [Updated 11.30 pm]

Recently Linked—Definitely Not Lemmings #16: It's a pleasure to welcome Noxalio as a new follower of Vazambam—follow the links to these two interesting blogs:
Noxalio and noxpix.

[11.30 update, Definitely Not Lemmings #17: Aleksandra joins us from Holland; she is an artist and has two blogs, one here and another here. Thank you, Aleksandra!]

My thanks to William Michaelian for dedicating his drawing titled A Man Named Nobody to yours truly.

And lest I forget, thanks to Conrad DiDiodato who graciously added Vazambam to his blog list!

Wake-up Call

A blind man sang this song.

*

In my mind’s eye, I saw
A man named Nobody
Drive a red-hot stake of green
Olive-wood into the single
Drunken, bloodshot eye
Of a sleeping giant,
Twisting it until it hissed,
And the giant’s eye shot out
Blood and clearly saw
No longer.

*

Aye, my wandering companions,
The mind’s eye is in deed
A wondrous place,
But not for sleeping,
Stuporous giants.

Quiddity, As in Kraken

A super-duper

Squid up from the depths
Is what the id could be

Should the tentacles
Of the ego

Let it go.

End of the Line

No more mystery here—
No more train

Down these tracks
No more

Loud and clear.

(Not quite the end after all, passengers; last line added ten hours later at 10.00 AM Friday, February 19, 2010.)