Foliage in golden blue
The voyage sea blooms in cherry
And black essences.
The city screams its existence
As the morn creeps on its streets:
Its black essences.
Look at this view, my love
Its ugly yet poetic.
Its me yet you.

an egg hatched from a silver bird
at first I thought it was a star
a drop of blood from the universe
but then closer
I saw it was Icarus, offal of sun
a moment later:
a cloth of blue-shadow
few seconds more:
a bulk of flesh and sorrow
tumbling down, returning
to earth.
It was as if I was watching
the birth of man
but then simultaneously
its end.

why must you, sand, be holding
my toes like a lover?
we have no electric bond
between nor magic keeping
us together
no rush of blood to the head
sharing pictures of each other bed
no sunflower regrets
I don't even know your favorite
flower. That I do regret.
but still here you are, your body
of salts and rocks and sea-essence
gripping white-knuckled
to my ****** toes.
like someone desperate to let go.

INMAD
NESSO
RLIGH
TISHA
LLSPE
AKETH

drawing the blinds open
August, in blue grey sweater
greets me with
'I hope you treat me better'

and maybe that hanging cloth
was not a ghost in the bedim light
maybe that light was a forest burn
the sea could be a graveyard
the mountains, where people truly live
could death be a hanging cloth
oh how light is life!