lunes, 16 de diciembre de 2013
uncertainty
Certain that certain
eyelashes flutter
the entire history of an era,
I've walked these streets,
fearless, regardless
of the so-called state
of affairs.
For I am a poet;
one who is not stalling,
or stalking the skies
to open; merely
a beast
with a tongue,
certain
that my true name
is milk,
spellbound
by the dumbfounding
glitter of awe,
certain
that certain
eyelashes flutter
the entire history
of an era.
lunes, 2 de diciembre de 2013
you
What was once
unblemished,
is now
a heart-shaped stain
in god's eye,
while she fondles
herself;
and you,
darling,
are but her
softest, sweetest
sigh.
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