Tuesday, 23 June 2015

apocalypse

i kiss your temple in my
temporary and black spider
eyelashes are smudged with
vein like tornados. incognito
heirloom detailed with nostalgic
typewritten paper. paper written
with me writing with your
stems.
shortened hands and sexed folded
asleep. affixed repetition and salvaged
carbon smiles; we were a once upon
a time and now we are everything
in nothingness.  lazarus effect was gone
tomorrow and is here on our
yesterday. 

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...