Category: poem

Like Thoughtful Meat

Where is spring?

Sunset holds the breath,

Where are days watching light orbit earth?

Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak.

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Positivity clawing  from  black,

An impossibility it’s true,

Remaining powerless,

Like thoughtful meat.

 

thaughtful Meat

Haunted All the Way By You

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One hundred million degrees below freezing,

And Natasha buttoning up her eyes,

Clap clap.

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Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy,

As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise;

Fingers crossed.

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As routine marsupials splash with vigor,

Running like cats away from litter.

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Winter pallet shifts a tone lighter and lighter and lighter and  เบา

To white,

Ascending with a drum roll.

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A gift of it to that,

Haunted all the way,

by you.