It’s Depth Went Unsung

The swallow opened its beak and the Universe shone from within it. “Only God kills, and he loves you.”

But of course. Utterly true. God kills, man whimpers.

Stars shone blindly, trying to explain chaos and entropy, but no one listened. They were never here.

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Woeful City

Rain beat synched
to a thousand steps
drowned by endless curtain
of grey and flounder

A drop kisses skin
messenger of above
indifferent to their plight
fall and be forgotten

Narrow are your streets
filled with mementos
a faulty light buzzes careless
scattering the alley’s shadows

Brick and mortar rot incessant
no one to pick the pieces
the rain shall sweep them aside
another memory down the drain

Heavy are the roofs
from steel rises high
to muddy shanties low
they can’t scare the cold away

Umbrellas stretch greedy
drinking the sky’s refuse
shifting under hesitant light
their faces remain unseen

O city uninterrupted
always falling to pieces
you grieve your children
swallowing them whole.

Ours Is Absence

Lost in the fog of your daze,
you breathed color into my lungs.
You are my unknown, divine enigma;
a question rolling on the tip of my tongue.
Coquettish, playful, unanswered.
These doors were never opened to me.
I could not see your smile.
Disdain, I drink it, breathe it, make it mine.
Before January withered you were already gone,
without a chance, without forgiveness.
Memory slips past me, barely held by all these absences.
My lust ran after you, leaving my skin brittle from despondence.
Between atoms, I whispered my fears:
you, you, only you.

Dance Dance

The strobe lights winked without pause or care. My body was already moving by its own, Devil take me, the music haunted me to my very core. The dance floor was bundled with sweating bodies, writhing slowly, unrelenting desire. I swayed left and right, letting the beat drive a compass to my soul. Tonite was the night I burnt my fever up, bared it all under the disco ball, glittering just for me. I was a dancing maniac, a lover in heat. Our pledge was my groove, held by my two feet; I danced the night away, letting life and mundanity take a backseat. Groove on, groove on.

Hair Down

Long ago, they say, there once was a fair maiden, whose shining black hair flowed from atop her crown past her soles below. Long it spread, far and wide, covering all the land; trees and rivers, mountains and valleys, every hovel of every village, every square of every city. Even their capital lay under its silk-smooth cover. Men, women, children and beasts were tangled in its supple touch. One by one they drifted into that sweet oblivion that is sleep. A scent of fresh flowers filled the air. Bliss, o bliss! Soon, the land was quiet under the endless mane. Now, she stands alone, amid a sea as black as a starless night; she combs it gently, slowly. A lover’s caress every night. Dreaming, yearning, of growing her hair just a little bit more. Just a bit more. A bit more. More. More. More.