in the darkness, all things are
possible, pitch black necessity,
eyes closed, searching and
perceiving beyond the light,
in a vacuum of fear, no crevice or
splinter, there could be anything
waiting, persisting, created,
a voided perception, the starless
bright, unlit, lying before the heart
a rotating enchantment, pulsing
vital, in lively dark hue.
Ras Dia, USA
smiling daughters scheme a shadowed
tryst, a trio for two; beautiful
pirates hoisted away in panting
disposition, their pinned legs
offend a dubious mope, who
pleasantly mocks fatigue, while
drinking in their offense, he,
knowing all too well of trembled
whispers, looks on to the
kitchen, as they sneak but tarry on.
Ras Dia, USA
Scattered and straddling, staring and
starving, they hope to catch from uneven
rocks, sans boating, the floating flocks, but
wary of concreted accompaniment, fowls
avoid foul purring which preys and prays for
their mustard-apricot shaded entree, they
counter and flaunt with
gandering chevaliers, like
feathered pond cows, grazing
graveled feed; ignoring no
trespass, they tread drenched and
soar proud, fearlessly gliding, but
glide impaired vultures sorely imagine
succulent flight, in air, the heirs of
wet whetted night, their composing color the
stray packs admire, it passes from
pavement to trickling path, eluding
ill-tempered desire, so
scattered and straddling uneven
stacks, they remain staring and
starving and hoping.
-in honor of Morningside Park
Ras Dia, USA
The Social Poet 