Here they are, this week’s Little Vines.
5438.
This chemical right here
accuses the other one over there and
Opposites attract. True love ignites.
5439.
This apartment will do me just fine I say
the willow tree outside the window
gestures in languid agreement
5440.
Will this maze
laid out here below an overwhelmed star
capture you for good?
5441.
the fried potatoes on the plate
lustrous
in their greasy salty splendor
5442.
the bartenders
reverberate the drinks down the bar
the patrons shimmy in their seats
5443.
the damaged mummy left behind
isolated and haughty
in his looted tomb
5444.
The professor speaks. The lecture gusts
across the rows of seated students
like hot wind across a desert
5445.
industrious peach
how you work so hard and in vain
to redeem this lackluster still life set-up
5446.
shy laughter
hovers
but dares not land
5447.
the coral necklace the cowrie shell purse
the surfboard print shirt the tiki figure
only the view from the hotel
made in Hawaii
5448.
the bridegroom a carnivore
a lurid rancid dinosaur
hallucinating green
5449.
I remember the very instant
when the somnolent
sound of the airplane engines
was abruptly cut off
5450.
the sorcerer
his words raw and deadly
there is frostbite in his prophecies
5451.
The afterlife beckons. In or out?
Now it’s your turn to use the catapult
You decide which way you will go. This time.
5452.
on some other world far away
two red moons circled in tandem
we lived in the gaze of the sky’s bloodshot eyes
5453.
Yes it’s me again
the incomparable gnat. Bzzzt!
in your ear. Swat all you want.
5454.
the queen and her sisters
a planet and two moons
their days interwoven since birth
5455.
if he only knew – yes – but then he’d know
and the crow resists the urge to tell
enjoying more his power to withhold
5456.
the engineer
the locomotive
the brakes squealing hoarse and despairing
5457.
a set of planets
prodded away from their sun
careen across the table
right into the pocket
5458.
That telephone number from forty years ago?
Of course I still remember it. Because –
it was yours.
Claudia, what a tasty crop you’ve sprouted this time. Faves: 41 & 55, but I love them all!
Thank you. I feel like this week I was on a roll. Glad you enjoyed them.
Of course I too love 55. Also 46. (K)
Thank you. I have been noticing crows this past week.
They’ve been noisy around here too.
There are lots of striking images in this week’s collection. My favourites are the “hoarse and despairing” brakes, the desert wind of the lecture hall, and the “bloodshot” sky. I especially love LV #5443. It struck me as an amusing response to ‘Ozymandias’.
Thank you. As for those brakes, they have been yelling and no one listening on that train, ooops…