poetry

collision

i want to collapse in the horizon
where the moon melts into the sky,
a perforated splutter of cleaved dreams
melting like red crayons.

a ghost-like mirage,
fighting and swimming
like ancient thoughts,
i still want to be as white as silence.

slender apple-shaped my thigh,
fidgeting, a forgotten memory.
I am blue today.
I am black today,
sequences are resting like twigs on my belly,
making me rest, making me wild,
making me spin and spin.
I want to collapse like earth today.

34 thoughts on “collision

  1. If poetry is your religion, then you’re my religion. I mean, there’s no other poet who hits an arrow & never misses the mark. Your words, not a single one so far has failed to strike my heart & touch my soul.

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