Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 27
wallets shaking hands on the way to ischemia,
I wander the rooms ofย ย my heart, shapeless fast without a clot,
digital platelets meet and start a fire
in the last night without stars or naked moon.


Wor(l)d salad

whenever the public become familiar with coercive sciences,
I am the only flower that bloom in the hand of religious and enlighten the hearts of the new Nazis,
solace of disappointed national prides,solace of ***** gods in the battle of heaven, post-traumatic love and poly-traumatic joyful wisdom of exiled philosophical guerrilla.


the drag-queen moon put down all the make-up, before starting a joint in the middle of LGBT protest,policemen watching fun or apathetic,unaware of the secret trap to arrest or assassinate the moon later and before the celestial uprising.ย ย 

A travelling Nile island demanded her right to commit suicide before the flood, in season of migration to the south,only onions awareness and Evolved Garlic coalition is standing brave in the cybernetic war

the moon suddenly cry,heaven is as close as earth,and poems abandoned in between, dead flowers in weapons farm,or one striving in a burnt land,the moon is normally alone and sad
primary draft,unfinished
Al Qassem Moussa
Written by
Al Qassem Moussa  29/M/Egypt
(29/M/Egypt)   
376
     Crazy Diamond Kristy
Please log in to view and add comments on poems