Sleepwalker's Somniloquy

Don’t tell me 

Better to wake dreaming 

Than dream waking— 

I know. 

NB: It’s Vazambam's post number 1000 and time to express my thanks to all those who have been generous with their comments and/or silent presence over these past three-and-a-half years; this blog has brought me in touch with many tremendously gifted people I’d never have dreamed of meeting had I not started it and I’m grateful—just wanted you to know.

Brainstorm after Dry Spell

Mind’s eye spies gusher in olives 

After cleansing rain leaves oil slick.

Out-of-the-box Thinking Straight from the Centaur's Mouth

What are you looking at, buster? It happens 

I was years ahead of my time so 

If you think you’re a forerunner, 

Sink your teeth into this— 

My head could’ve been a horse’s ass 

Just like yours, running backwards. 

Late Winter Metamorphoses

This motionless old woman 

Looks like nothing so much 

As a lone black coat left on a bench. 

But she stirs 

As I approach and notice a grey blur 

Departing her left shoulder—a large locust 

Now fully airborne, heading I think, for the sun. 

Foolproof Modus Operandi

Just keep saying you’re nobody’s fool

Making sure nobody’s around to prove it.