In mornings unwoken
A turn toward the sleeper
And presentations to eyes that will not open
Nor see to the chesty howling
Nor a smile shared on skin and other spaces
Tied to the arms moving violations
And subliminals creeping upon you through slats of sunlight and shaking eyelashes.
Dust that’s formed in the folding where the nose shades seep into blood vessels store the dreams nodding at coming days.
Bullet holes admired by tourists, defunct airports admired by tourists and the flashing bulbs which used to carry them away,
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
In mornings unwoken
A turn toward the sleeper
And presentations to eyes that will not open
Nor see to the chesty howling
Nor a smile shared on skin and other spaces
Tied to the arms moving violations
And subliminals creeping upon you through slats of sunlight and shaking eyelashes.
Dust that’s formed in the folding where the nose shades seep into blood vessels store the dreams nodding at coming days.
Bullet holes admired by tourists, defunct airports admired by tourists and the flashing bulbs which used to carry them away,
