[not a poem title]
staggered poet-breaths
stuffed into the folds of my phone
stifled soreness, folded into the palms of my hand
sudden emptiness or slow invasion
still, gradual decomposition
constantly dreaming
cloudiness instead of contemplation
heavy head, heavy heart
light head, heavy heart
close by but blurry,
warm fingertips on the verge of losing
colour
cold.
tears on standby,
frozen smiles packaged into tolerable emotion,
the threat of time felt like the direct burn of the sun
the present under it
curling up like a wet painting
dried before we’ve finished breathing it
this moment so soon a memory,
this happiness so quick a risk
and nothing but words to make stories with
worse than a godlessness
is the cruelty of god
like a human, content with
flickering lives with the flick of wrist
flightful lies, floating ties
this tea so soon gone cold
this page easily lost
this uneasiness quick to settle
face forgotten.
sadness brewing within
sour like a mother’s slap
sick as a dog’s whine
stronger than a sigh,
sediments of it soar to blind
purposeless, purple-less,
pinkish tint, an inescapable hue
purring of a plane, turbulent like a sapphic,
pairs of eyes staring,
parents unsaturated
probably perhaps please
praying foolishly, praying hereforth
poetry flaring, treasured, loved
this poetry past its expiry
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