i watched you each day, with magma, ash
and towers of a conundrum
taking spirit in the eye
the eye of aghast
devoid of luminous rays
i wanted to be sweet as rain
sitting on chairs, harmonic choir.
but you smoked me like a cigarette
you did again and again
with holes in the palms
scrawny li’l feet of parasitic words,
interstice hollow, feeble like a white faded star.
I was a star once
sleeping beneath your pillow
that lush land of dreams
until the skewered paths of dust emptied my eyes,
eyes of dreams and kiss.
I was a star, soaked in the tranquillity of moments
moments like fragile china, fragile ring.
Dumb is my mouth, I guess
Sequin pattern of Crooked Moon,
missing like pages,
like words unsaid by my mother to father-
Oh darling, my dear.
A cadence to spit,
sickle of time and lies.