holy fucking cow

onenous tragedy over you and me to keep this cursing bread, some more we need, it’s fine; a hush, a prayer, a looking glass through hazy freaky smears of ecstasy; it’s an outside play of indoor love-making; hallways, teardrops forming in a hurried, burning display; a sketch, fleeting birds eager for winter; at bay, the cold mutilates their tiny, tiny wings; even from where i stand to obey a familiar wish, an enchanting chant a couple misses, hisses and dirty kisses the room gives away, while seasons change, killing churning chains we so lovingly hate; from waking up, steady sweet sweet baby flames of fire; it’s here, the famous December to wish us out of this fucking winter; “I love you” but not so much with the fondness, keeping the love on a leash at a price of a kook’s overused chest; it’s not what we want but what the director says

POETRY POSTS

Petrichor | Poem

When i squeeze in dormitory languages
people want to bury deep in the soil of voices
When the heart says what the mind won’t
When we picklock hellish doors to look for a cozy home

War in ‘Nam | Poem

the gas leaks out the kitchen floor
sink, crummy attic’s creaking doors
while love doesn’t seem to keep its promises