gregory collins Poems
A Pearl Far Away From Its Shell
You have an innocent smile that touches my
shoulders. Vowels supported by darkness itself.
But i can can't see death pushing aside the
roots of life: Life is a long meditative walk
about why the smell of pollen reminds one
of the soul. So why do we take fire onto ourselves,
that ends in the form of prayer. The fact that
such a gentle song will decompose my body.
My nose, blankly sniffing, dreams a dream.
I have an invisable flag from under falling leaves,
and it is still summer to the bones of the tree.
To the merchant of the earth and ...
A Beach Made Of Tears
Could there be a beach made of tears,
like music of snow thrown from the fingertips of a lady.
balancing on a sharpened knifeblade,
that will go hungry
eating only a slice of cut blue from the sky.
So that's where we swim. After
showering down our soul's sad eyes,