Monday, 20 April 2015

dark clouds sunlit poetry

today i panted and
jeopardized the chant my heart
birthed. i was lowercased intentionally
and grew city lights out of my plastic
black hair. i am that loyal disaster
never obstructed by my own view.
i will disappear in your morning
and our evening breathes will
become lighter. i loved being
veined with dark clouds it
brought me closer to the
sunlit poetry. less words more
trembling essential troubles
more words. less feathered
uneasy sighs of forest green majesty.
i am majestic and you are the
words.
words of words just
letters married with
spaces and falling in love. 

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...