cobweb inside dense bush
Two Poems
Oscar Chicas


Nina

Poised for the leap she
Is not yet ready for.

The well rounded girl
Gazes from her
Square platform.

The high wire shimmers
And teeters beneath him.

His outstretched hand
Waiting for hers.





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Forged from aluminum,
And always cool to
The touch.
A cylindrical gateway
To a realm of
Possibility.
The user gaining
An extension to-
Imagination.
Each writer
Embarks on their own.
Training like
Japanese calligraphist.
All consuming.
To find your own path-
Is the way.
The channel lends
Itself to expression.
Navigating the waters
Between
Dreamscapes and,
Nightmares.
The tool a necessity
For those who
Bump in the night.
Villains with a message.
Forever stigmatized,
But a necessity.
Infamy is the game.
Bearing fruit when
The finger meets the cap.
The acrid smell becomes-
Perfume.
At first dizzying,
Later an aura of
Euphoria.
Paint and gas-
Coalesce to
Form
A line.
All things are but lines.
The written word,
And painted line are,
Siblings.
Leaving messages that read,
"we were here!"