in my side
of the Earth
I was not tilted,
realized and emptied
my eyes are spigots
my mother left open to thaw
the glaciers of
supper
zenith visits the Summer
most often than the
wind blowing through the
curtain of my eyes
where I always see the dead
smidgen flowers all over
the ricefields
this measure of
tomorrow – to have been incarcerated
in the past that bears
no arms to
this very Saturday afternoon
fish breathe now
in enigmatic means
pulses of rivers
tangle joys with
naked boys of brindled youth
see once they jackknife
into a memorized depth
pellucid like my memory
of
uncollected afternoons
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
in my side
of the Earth
I was not tilted,
realized and emptied
my eyes are spigots
my mother left open to thaw
the glaciers of
supper
zenith visits the Summer
most often than the
wind blowing through the
curtain of my eyes
where I always see the dead
smidgen flowers all over
the ricefields
this measure of
tomorrow – to have been incarcerated
in the past that bears
no arms to
this very Saturday afternoon
fish breathe now
in enigmatic means
pulses of rivers
tangle joys with
naked boys of brindled youth
see once they jackknife
into a memorized depth
pellucid like my memory
of
uncollected afternoons
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