Greening, Part 3: Bouncing Castle

Illustration for Part 3: Bouncing Castle of the poem "Greening" by Robert Lutz

Terrible turbulence
is a torment for tacit souls

Illicit integration
is illegal for integral numbers

Progressive paralysis
is paradoxically prone to pulsations

The days of my soul
are numbered
According to your
indeterminate pulsations

My pulse got soul
Any number of beats
makes up a series of symphonies

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Greening, Part 1: Visitation

Illustration for Part 1: Visitation of the poem "Greening" by Robert Lutz

Make-believe and medicine
Righteous grudge and apt chagrin

Camera obscura maybe
International music baby

Wisdom drowns the swan
Knights yearn for the fate of the pawn

You looked at me
I shed a tear

Honey hugged the grave
Elastic rubber saves

Santa got me a hammock this year
I hear you loud and clear

The end is near
Wish you were here

Organ Recital, Part 3: Reflection

Illustration for Part 3: Reflection of the poem "Organ Recital" by Robert Lutz

All sundials are round
Round things render the world void of sound

Sound is silent when I recall those memories
Memorial houses, sights immemorial

All is metaphorical

Those ice cream cones never kept
Those vanilla scoops properly enshrined

Shrines for the gods
Gold shines in the light

The sundial first draws the circle, then the arc

Suspicious

Illustration for the poem

Let’s not retreat
yet
There’s much to gain
still
We’re wrong to think all is
hopeless

Our courage is yet to come
back
Still, remember we’re up
against
A hopeless cause, a useless
wall

No way we’re going back to the dead
laws
An eye for an eye, against all
expectations
Walls can’t shield from
failure

Coming Home

Illustration for the poem

Seeing you feels like coming home:

Full saturation of my heart,
my dreams chattering like timber

Everything stops for half a bar

I taste the moment
I touch life
I cherish
everything that is
a part of you and me

You sun-fired hearth
your joy envelops me
when I surrender

coming home.

Sea of Color

Sea of Color

I once dreamt that I was
swimming in a sea of color
my heart on fire
my head a cool blue

We were all green
brimming with hope
dreams and desire
no pebbles in our shoes

Our fortunes were not yet
dimming, flailing in vain
busted and for hire
masquerading as new

I climbed a hill that was
bickering with a puffy cloud
my legs admiring
the world we outgrew