[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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