Molds’ Consummation

Mold buds
Flourish along some
Unintended surfaces
Of a loaf of bread –
Left
From the time they
Were intentionally rejected
To that moment when
The dampness of the air
Drowned them with nourishment.
Flourishing,
Mold buds
Consume along
The intended surfaces
With a slow chafing satisfaction,
With a rhythmic stabbing pleasure,With not even a concept of population control.

... Remembering the afternoons of a forgotten past

Walk along the dark corners of the past
A glimpse of answers smeared with the agony of the rain
A too long fixation with the perfect and the damned
To leave with an open door
The pieces of the afternoon... link to bring the evening

The sky brings no room for the moon and the stars tonight
Only a serenade of tears from the purple clouds
The forever frozen percepts within the attic-mind
To flick an eye, to twitch a smile
These pieces would live on to see the dawning
And reminisce the days to an eternal...