Friday, 4 January 2013

Find me

You disappeared and I had
A thought; that sheer eyes
Could read your Bombay
Dusted. But I was wrong and
This wrong Is seducing
Your virgin melancholy.
We Swore into light Blue memories
And the edited sky shrewd our
Magic. I've sworn underneath
Our explotion Where our
Numerical substituted forestry
Hallucinations. Time audited
And Your tilted skin
Uniformed with The seasons
Speechless; the face of
Searching my fearless.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...