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 Apr 2021 atticus wilson
Ayesha
So there is this little jasmine
stolen by the wind
Away it soars with every gush
of blue
And shawls tease their women red
As foliage wingless flees, flees—
Litter and puppies down for a race
I have not been here before

Within these
swaying trees and woollen grounds
Yet I have—
Something smiles
but I cannot fathom where
My paw prints
etched upon every street
I am a stranger to this town
Its soft folks and gentle turns
Then the jasmine

giggles over winking waters
I reckon these smug faced clouds
kiss more than they tell
But I cannot assure
They have cooked up a charming brew
And I see, just in time, them pearls
and their shimmering armours
Tripping over,
And running over
—how very charming, indeed
embracing us with their lively touch

They laugh all around
And scare our dusty shadows away
I have wandered around
the notes of this song
—Wandered restless
Yet only now do I slumber
Only now do I hear—
the flirty gusts with their vivacious fingers
I am a fox

a squirrel, a wolf, an orange cat
a jasmine
Stolen by the wind
Plucked from a hollow branch,
deprived of my clawing bed
I tread through the beaming verses
of this obsolete ballad—
Tentative touches of those tipsy tulips
I’ve heard the tales
of their euphoria before
Much I had learned

back in my leafless den
But the grasses are golden here
and not at all deceptive
They yield lovingly around me
And how could the sparrows not chatter?
in my felicity
Wonder what’s making me cry
A pack of wolves
romps in my chest
the full moon of my heart
weeps, weeps, weeps
It is beautiful here

shops only whisper
and vehicles are patient
I’ve lurked at the edges of this poem
Yet only now do I fall
It is beautiful here
I am an owl, a rabbit,
a dolphin, an orange cat
a jasmine stolen

by the peachy yonder
I flutter my petals
over the freshly bathed meadows
In this vacant ember of my self
Moths lie contant,
and the trapped flame
shivers, shivers, shivers
— I cannot fathom
where, but
it is beautiful here

I am just happy dah
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Ayesha
the universe watches with her
mischievous eyes
as silence stretches on
between me and the mechanical city

from up here, in winds’ embrace
the cars are decades away,
and lights only a vivid memory
straining the back of my skull

the universe, too, breathes
I hear her now
hear the vacancy stir
in her bones

one— and the archers running
down my throat
two, like the lambs slaughtered
beneath them eyes
three and four and nine—
cracked toe-nails laden with mud

—ten women weeping
eleven wishes for the wilting weeds
I sense a chariot
bumping down the ribs
twelve for the wounded boy
limping up the hill

twenty— a hundred
and hundred more

inhale

I fathom the seconds kiss their hours
and hours melting into days
weeks and minutes,
years and more
all chopped and cooked
to a frothy stew
I feel it fill up her being

and vehicles with their horns
midway
halt—
an owl’s scream stopped just
beneath his beak
and sun, statued, stands

a thousand and the stilled plane
twenty and five
for them frozen flames
sixteen— and the shooting star
taped to the night
— seven prayers left unuttered

three for now, and three
for the past,
three more as all, into the unseen, falls
two shivers, shivers still
—one and a lone worm crawling
down my veins
one and the blue child up, up the swing

exhale

I swallow
as the ticks sink back into the clock
centuries dancing again
— and months  
come stumbling home
millenniums and moments
back to their protests

as all the circus is born again
two for the pink boy,
one, then one more, for the yellow girl
we do not know what becomes of us
or where we stand— just
that digits and hues come rolling down
and we can only sigh—

27/03/2021
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
unnamed
of all the many shadows
i am merely one
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
unnamed
you are... good.
good in a way i think i’ve forgotten how to be.
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Lizzie
Eyes
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Lizzie
How can one have such sadness in her eyes, the kind that pierces the soul and grips the heart.
   How can the light and laughter dissipate, leaving behind the remains of being broken so many times before, like all the  life and joy went away leaving this cold empty shell filled with so much anger and hurt.
    How can i look in the reflection and see these eyes staring back at me.
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Lizzie
See
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Lizzie
See
I don't like what I see
when I look in the mirror,
this whole situation seems way too familiar.
All I see are broken eyes
and a shattered mind,
too scared to leave it all behind.
Even if it's to be set free,
no I can't look inside:
where I have these thoughts.
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Lexie
We are quite dark in the middle
That is where I go
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Fry
One Lie
 Mar 2021 atticus wilson
Fry
It takes 1,000 words
To keep a secret
The world was supposed to be
perfect
When I was with you
My life shattered around me
While I held your image together
I was your final step
The last tool you needed to complete yourself I blamed myself for never
Being assertive enough
But what if I wasnt man enough
I didnt want to be hospitilized
Like the others
or worse be left alive
Continued to be tomrmented everyday by those I trusted
While you sat on that bus
lying to me
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