poetry

song of despair

 

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the body swells
in the anarchy of lunatic afternoon
the mouth fumbles,
softly
drippingĀ  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.

life · poetry

A song so bright

Love this. One with nature, nature & me

and you need to know
the music of love
silently, dripping from the sky.

Take your time
to know the flower,
the process of assimilation
mulberry touch of the warm earth.

Silence comes in surreal ways.
drink the nectars of blue lips.
Let it be,
the hanging clouds or your numb Cheeks.

Nature injects sweet nights often
disguised in a tunnel of metamorphosis.
Let it sit and evaporate slowly,
a skin so fresh and sublime, now.

A murder of a cold night
for grief is a slumber of dead skins,
unkept, insoluble.
The whole of purgatory is a lie of pale belching mouth.
Sip the nights now,
A tomorrow so bright, hanging on your verandah’s rope now.