Did you attend the
coronation of the sky king
You did,
with every breath, with
eyes closed sleeping,
your horizontal prayer
to him
In your distorted room,
wide angle horizons,
muted whites,
you float above the bed
somehow stealing your
photographs right from
my dreams
Which is why I'm
obsessed
I don't know how you do it
Only the sky king knows
and he hates me
Pardon me,
it's time to
pull at my skin again
I have to go
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I really like your stuff man. Keep it up. I think you might relate to some of my stuff. Check it out, poetryofaheadcase.blogspot.com, I don't really know you, but I hope you're doing well.
ReplyDelete