Fingers snap, hands clap, the melody wanders into the room. Heart rush, guitar crush, hidden in the corner with whom? Pecan brushed lover, set against a faint gray sofa, faint gray walls. From over, near the door, to the middle of the floor, the melody crawls. With spider web vibrations, on a line to my […]

Moonlight travels, The shadows, Draw to a close. Ceiling fan whirs, The restless stir, Resisting repose. I blend into, Merge into, Bring heat to the dark. The sheen on a Moreno hue, Resisting dissolution, Into the fading light, Holding you tight, Into the late hours, Into the maturity of the night. The magic in your […]

Like attentions fixed upon Winter, Floating to the ground. Creeping madness imagining snows melt, Cooling the brow. Found floating in the sharing of thought, Finding like rest in burial sought. Cupping handfuls, Bathing in the abstraction for hours. The nuanced intentions, Sesame the arms of flowers. Toe touching head, A still of curved form. Flipping […]

Willow trees dripping their branches onto the pond. Touching at the water’s edge. Crowned by dense foliage. Expressed in leaves of vibrant green. Two in a boat. The surface peaceful, from the stroke. Monet in appearance. The air still. The picture bug free. The edges indistinguishably fuzzy. by malakhai jones img src: http://picturesoftrees.org/large/96/Weeping-Willows-Tree-Pictures-6.jpg

Shorty’s the illest on the block, metaphorical pipe game, taught me life game, mind locked, attracted to the words coming out of the speakers, the notes and bars flocked, sparked the flame. Looking both ways before she crossed my mind.  The danger was inherent in the way she dropped her lines.   Rhymes always crispy, […]

Source Image She looked up from the table and smiled at me. I smiled back, “Hey!”  I set my backpack down in the office.  “I was thinking -” Interrupted as I turned to see her launch into a hug. The cross-haired lines rippled across the folds of my cotton shirt.  Caught dead to rights, I opened my arms to […]

It’s not too late – the glow of the Sun hangs, just inside the upper corner of the window,  just under the shade.  The gold topped leaves giggle and bob from the tickling of the Sun’s rays.   Bubbles float upward, undulating and rotating, under the rhythm of the music.  Faraday caged by rainbows shimmering […]

Turning my head sideways to view the city’s skyline. Its dark silhouette foreground to night. My feet level. Image blurs. Lines elongate. Leaning forward I pick up speed. Alessandra Blurr.   By malakhai jones (C) copyright 2016 on image and copy by malakhai jones