Stargazers

Not there 

Where we can be 

Seen but over here 

In this little corner of the world 

Where the stars lead 

To stairs that are invisible. 

Long Distance Runner Nearing Finish Line

Though you can’t make anything out yet, 

Near as the nearest phone booth, 

Someone’s making an emergency call.

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.