Randomesses: A Bout Of Poem by Emancipation Planz

Across the harbour, above the ranges
clouds appeared as fluffy ducks with angel wings
racing West towards Australia..
perhaps they were flying off Virgin Blue’s
fuel discharge on route to Coolangatta.

On miners, mist rests on layers so deep
steamy in channels, rivulets, creeks
Squeezed in nightmares spaces
Light as mousse, daybreak encroached
as Van go doth drive down yellow painted lines
flowering in man, to commit pleasured crimes

and as day becomes long
shadows dancingly descend upon corners
and so announces darkness emerging
… time continues…