song of despair

 

the body swells
in the anarchy of lunatic afternoon
the mouth fumbles,
softly
dripping  sonnets from the toes,
the face gulps the horrors
swiveling across the pale streets,
i sing a song so full of flat tune now,
in the small clots of blue sky.

and I never stop staring at that sky,
that lump in my small throat,
a wound so uglier now.
There is such an alkaline dance of the naked goddess inside my womb.
I become almost infallible.
with blue moons, in my chest,
it sings a song so perfectly,
with small droplets of water sleep on the floor.

There exist multiple tunes intertwined with shadow
of my despair song.