wake laughing the day is not yet broken
concrete
we must not remember -
concrete devours joy.
smoke kisses you
and angels are born
from fever and salt.
seeing dirt desires life
you and i,
but
fools,
trust
that only oceans are blue.
colour
is old magic,
homeless
in our steel universe
candy woman
candy woman
with cool coffee lips
open your brilliant eyes.
sister,
let it not be said
that only young women
listen to the colour of champagne.
kiss joy
before you are old.
magnetic poetry
i bought myself a magnetic poetry kit!
it arrived last night -yay amazon prime- and i’m in word heaven- so this morning i had a poem for breakfast. working within ’300 words & word fragments’ is no small feat but it’s fun. i cheated a little on this one – used ‘on’ for ‘un’ etc… but mostly i stuck to what came in the package – what choice did i have really…i only bought one box.
here goes…
……
you and i were born sad
angels make(made) prisoners
of this concrete universe
devouring breath
in need of eternity
softly poisoning our
secret selfs(selves)
in time we see(learn)
breeze is nothing
but smoke
lingering in the nevers
of on(unexplored) souls
life always asks for magic
and we, though godless
must give broken trust
to marble sky
and porcelain clouds
velvet ocean
and corduroy dirt
salty and moist
melting
nightly
to home
you
i
embrace morning like a child
remember she is sacred
and
smile
