Friday, 20 February 2015

broad

i want blue hair;
i want that dance in dream indigo
night spread across each strand.
i want to be held and hold your
face against my awake i want
to become you to be less of you
and become piece by piece the neglect
of each space. i want to disable your
heart and let it bleed clean.
let it bleed spirit onto
its course roads untaken.
behind clasped fists our
freedom awakened its powerful
and entitled it;
here and now. don’t you see

me there…

im right here.


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...