June 6th, 1996 by Jim Clark
This one was really distinct.
Most often, the images were cloudy and abstract, the colors faded, the shapes distorted. It was if he was seeing everything through a warped dome of smoked glass, the light refracting around the edges. But not this time.
Here are some haikus
written by this guy (that’s me)
just for Swagazine:
April 22nd, 1991 by Jim Clark
Rising up, in a haven of dust and gray
warmth trickling beginning at my knees
comsuming me as it rises
Until it reaches my head
and engulfs it within me
I am a slave to it
here my one savior
I cannot find it
a fury detatched
The pain is
but a small
glimpse
of love
and I
offer
it to
only
you.
The night, and the sweet tender warm inviting darkness
The familiar brilliance of the darkness
evaporates
as she comes
Solemn surrender
Violent release of solitude
gasping for solace
her secret
Buried within a chest of glassy youth
Touched not by my desires
And alive.
Beautiful as the shower of light she designs.
The world explodes at her touch and falls away beneath me.
Black sections of reality
erupt backwards
and I am devoured by light
Light
Searing
Beautiful.
April 7th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Sacrifice
Shroud me
envelope me in your absent silence
your vivid rain
The aim of your perception
The engaged sensation
of an elegant delight
Starvation of erotica
undone
Too long and inviting a glance.
Invisible cries
of melting suns
within the calm labyrinth of your eyes.