Driving Through The City On A Rainy Night and other poems by Karlo Sevilla
“A blurred night painting by Monet,
exhibited in the industrial cold”
– Driving Through The City On A Rainy Night by Karlo Sevilla
“A blurred night painting by Monet,
exhibited in the industrial cold”
– Driving Through The City On A Rainy Night by Karlo Sevilla
“I’ve been on large ships and fairly small boats,
but on each occasion my life was in someone else’s hands”
– A Question of Trust by Jeffrey Zable
“I wander into this ambiguous global world
Where miscommunications are commonplace”
RIVER Content Warning; Suicide Do you ever want to jump off a bridge into a river? Yearning for a brief moment of relief.You watch from the height.Look over the currents,The sun shimmersDances on the reflective pool. You envision your body leaping.Flying– breaking through the air,Wind in your hair.Your slow-motion self inches toward the depthsBelow,That in-between …
“One Week Until July” what is waiting for me? monochromatic waves of heat?morbid loneliness?the motionless horizon? what is waiting for me? ridicule of cicadas?the boiled moonlight?the repeat of winter? I’m waiting for nothing. what is waiting for me? “Only for” A schedule book isonly for people whohave hope for the future thatthey are surely gazing …
The Names of the Trees Do you remember the death of autumn?You were younger then. We stood by the old shed,the one in the green pasture. That was the day the trees were felledone after anotherby the men with machines, those metal,gnashing teethand you could only cover your ears. I wanted to comfort you,my only …
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The schism between a full-blown avalanche ofpermissiveness & my whimsical use of expletives -as a form of sanctification, is like the mayhem ofone remaining from the rubbles of seeing everything from the lens of obsession. & I am a slorefor silver foxes that take my body to be nothing more than the need for dainty …
Beautiful boy, open your
wardrobe and wear a
costume of someone that
your father can be proud of.
Beautiful boy, you are still
young.
Request the rain to kindly know its place and when to stop.
Pick the early pear, break out the strawberry treats
And laugh at winter…