On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor

On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor

On the morning of oblivion I rise with the mourning star. I move through the crowds and let our shoulders bump, our hands touch, our eyes wonder. In the park light dazzles children climbing hills, dashing fields, running the jungle gyms lords of all.  And in the cafes hairy legs and summer dresses, grizzly beards [...]

They will make cities from us…by G. Mramor

They will make cities from us…by G. Mramor

And there I am, like a devil before your eyes, bouncing from lash to lash to make my way down the race of your skin and glide my fingers across your receding lips, yearning for no memory fore memory is not needed to find the trace of your beauty, like my ink through this page, [...]

On desolation’s shore…by G. Mramor

On desolation’s shore…by G. Mramor

I. ghosts I recall your ascension to the sun, and your return a ghost, you came to me on that shore recounting desolations and sand, and you watched me wrecked flotsam from a heart's disappearance in the opal sea and you did nothing as fear and hatred dragged me down, and here am I, here are [...]

Return…by G. Mramor

Return…by G. Mramor

Your body is an old dark place now, what light comes through corrupted wounds vanishes in the dark inner hollow, and from your snowy head water downpours but makes no sound, falls endless into the pit the graveyard of your bones the corroded emptiness of you now, and if I were to fall into your [...]