Tuesday, 18 July 2017

tangled thrift stoned eyes

longer thrifts and deeper
lives im no longer hiding
your simplified shadows with
carnivores paint.
a poem.
the end of it;
a pilgrimage among white anecdotes
laughing on the same line.
different voices are behind us and
solidarity salutes my left
wrists courage;
sweetened dates with
meaningful wings
that I no longer carry
that carry me longer.
 
 
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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...