Whims

 Sometimes gush relentless forth
 agitating the calm clarity
 of my summer's decline
 waves and torrents of exiles desires
 beams of flashing lights
 illuminating the darker chasm
 unexplored side of my brain
 such as inflamed by eternal fever
 burn vivid whims onto the screen of mind
 only because a fugitive white
 perceived from a flared skirt
Lino Bertuzzi
Copyright ©2002 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi