Smoke

You’re like smoke
Rising
Heavier than gravity
Denser than the world’s
Axis

That makes me wonder
While draging another stick
Between my lips
As I whisper
a secret – a prayer –
waiting for the wind shift.

The tide turns ships

Gray crashes above
Swallowing
The bottomless
Blue sky
Turning and turning;
As our stutters turn to stares
In this one way street affair
Grey gravitates those blue skies
We are Infinite
The ebb and flow of this affair

The ties that bind may also strangle

 

I’ll pump battery acid
Into your inflamed loins
Suckling rose water
As I break your bones

Trace me with
Fingertips
Shrill as thorns
My mouth, ears, pores, holes.
Enter
Until you hit a nerve
A patch of dirt
The perfect laugh
Never let me go