Right, left, back – what?
Flames flicker to the rhythm of
Your feet
And waver
At the ripple of my laughter.

Your palm pressed to mine:
Fire soldered to water.
I twirl and
Your eyes
Extinguish mine.

-bes-

Watch your words,
They'll affect afterwards.
*Just cover with some laughter
It will be gone soon after.

I was scrolling,

Because my heart keeps on searching
for my everything
Right now it's nothing
but it will turn into something,
if you keep on waiting.

And so I turned my phone off thinking,
why do I keep on writing
about the things that I'm dreaming
or what I'm feeling.

A Gil in the docks
As always the flock
Becomes a stampede of mindless
Youthism
Like old newspapers
I think of words
Like unequivocal
Or enterprise
And find the omission
Of interest
Constant and timid
Like paper bins
Or rootball images of day and night

Someday the seances of youth will fade away
Like films full of hatred and lives full of war
Or seething castes of poor old folk
Wishing deaths hymn sing aghast them and benign