Wednesday, 6 May 2020

wicked deity

i have traveled capital
plantations to find you
and on sudden explored
emotions;
i realized i was sitting
slow.

the whole time your
mouth opened;
too far to thirst
my quinch.

i am running away from
this skin you called
still once, so that i
can breathe evenly
again. forgive the spectators
but when i fell
they all cramped into
my intuition
and watched me
fly.


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...