Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Faces (43)

(43) On top of his head firmly pointed up the sunny blond dyed peaks of hair, his sleeps hidden behind the solid black bars supporting his glasses. His silver pirating earrings dangling from his naked ears, colored red by the winter cold.

Faces (42)

(42) Her salt and pepper colored scarf wrapped around her hidden neck and curled down her shoulders in a single spiral. From underneath a yellow, woolen beret, her straw red hair wildly stuck into all directions, leaving only an opening for her firm, white red nose and her dark, mousy eyes peaking out.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Night Poem 140212

You were there

And then as a
Tube train screaming
"Rush!" into the tunnels -
Lifting old newspaper
And unresting hair
You were there

No longer