2022-11-24 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
2023-01-09 riff
sometimes you find the ground that holds your feet twirling like a whirlpool. gold dripping, a thin layer of yellow- gold paint lathered on a wire. light weeping-darkness with a clever disguise.
truths crumble softly, the slower they come the more pain, too. we didn’t think it would be like this. & the walls are peeling, lemons
browning, mold spots & the lights are broken blinking off-rhythm like diseased strobes, & the foundation is melting all around, sagging roof
nearing & I lean my head up for a kiss, because if the world is ending, might as well get some, right? concrete slush hugs my tongue and when I smile,
willing joy for my face, my teeth stare into the void ghosts silhouetted against the abyss of my throat. Imagine shining a light down there, a real one,
& finding an empty bulb, wire askew, ablaze.
2023-01-02 riff
sometimes you find out that the ground upon which you stand is water. gold a thin layer of yellow- gold paint lathered on a wire. light-darkness with a clever disguise.
truths crumble softly, the slower they come the more pain, too. we didn’t think it would be like this. & the walls are peeling, lemons browning, mold spots & the lights are broken
blinking off-rhythm like diseased strobes, & the foundation is melting all around, sagging roof nearing & I lean my head up for a kiss, because if the world is ending, might as well get some, right?
watery concrete hugs my tongue and when I smile, willing joy for my face, my teeth stare into the void ghosts silhouetted against the abyss of my throat. Imagine shining a light down there, a real one,
& finding an empty bulb, wire askew, ablaze.
unexpected light sometimes you find that ground is water. gold a thin layer of yellow-gold paint lathered on a wire. light-darkness with a clever disguise
truths crumble softly the slower they come the more pain, too. we didn’t think it would be like this. & the walls are peeling, lemons
browning, mold spots & the lights are broken blinking off-rhythm like diseased strobe lights, & the foundation is melting all around, sagging roof
nearing & I lean my head up for a kiss, because if the world is ending, might as well get some, right? watery concrete hugs my tongue and when I smile,
willing joy for my face, my teeth stare into the void ghosts silhouetted against the abyss of my throat. Imagine shining a light down there, a real one,
& finding an empty bulb, wire askew, ablaze.