BLINK

© 1990-2007 otica

SHIFT::n::VEX
TO A MELODRAMA FLOOR
WHERE A BODY CAN TAKE NO MORE
(and) I SHUTTER (&) I WONDER Y
I MUTTER WITH A SHUTTER

Revamp rethink relax (receive)
::N::BLINK


catté

DUSTY SKYLINE

zaps that dash through the air
there is a heavy rain coming
a gash one way or another
it seeps into the ground

the heartfelt trickle;
beads of moisture that were
once dispersed

whispers of syllables
incandescent thoughts
..just beyond the mind
a premeditative thought spirals

chiaroscuro out of the dark
sputters and flutters all in white

Blanc spacious of a stereotypical mind

Premeditative thought can sometimes be divine.


As cold as a heart
The steal tracks move on
across the birth of another creeping dawn

The light filters in
sifting through the fireworks
that evening on the fourth.

A count in gratuitous mannerisms
Through the despair of the distraught

© 1990-2007 otica

A dusty skyline
It has never been as clear before
Revealing as to walk the muddy secrets
that are never crossed...
never to sumptuously kiss the line
that divided us that night
just after the fourth.


catté

RUMBLE

The obvious change, but the actual one

Leeeeeeeeee vibrating is the sound in my mouth
Genes are altered in a tumble in the ocean a rumble

ZZrruummmmmmmmmm now to see through a cat's eye.
An experience of dejais vous has been sent many times before
In another state of mind
o
o
o
A leap forward .. having read this I am enthralled
By the sweet warmth of your heart, this is where I would like to stay.

catté

JOY

Today begins a new medium, for me, of my favorite past time: POETRY.
I have been writing poems since a child, but I will start you off
with my writings that began in my early high school years
traversing to the present.

Perhaps later on I will present my childhood poems
to the crystalin eyes and
pupils that will dine
on my pages.
love,
otica

{ curently reading: David Lehman's, "The Last Avant~Garde" }