Alchemy Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

The Alchemist

The collision of a phoenix and a rain cloud
above the blossoms of a Spanish cactus
concludes in the regurgitation
of a gold pocket watch.




Sword

I look down and stare
at the sword
piercing my chest.

I wonder what it is,
and how it got there.




Hypercube

The hypercube levitates
between the jurisdiction
of a plane and a

canteloupe.





Invention of Zero

The blessed zero
humbly kneels
as it is knighted
into the conflagragation
of useful speculations.




The Matyr

The martyr writhes in agony
as his stomach is pierced
by the steeple
of his local church.





The Mouse

Running through the desert,
a mouse encounters a brick wall.
Burrowing underneath,
it finds a coconut.





Worry

The threat
then silence.

The torture
of not knowing.





Writer's Block

What to write?
Here I am
once again
with no idea.

One second passes
then a minute
then an hour.

Nothing.

I try writing the first words that pop into my mind
yet nothing pops into my mind.

I stare at the blank sheet of paper.

Oh well.