Thursday, 10 July 2014

Disappearing upward

Feathers of pasteurized

Stealth weighing down with

My course lips;

These materials are

Disappearing inside my morning

And your night is all I want to

Remember. Fingers pealing

Back all that we pulled

Together and in our apart

My song was blind.

While you court my distance

These fingertips trembled

And the sky thundered morning;

We flew at the same time.



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...