guillotine on the mind

i am a bloody head

stuck thinking of bundling veiny clouds

into shapes of snow angels

she used to leave

before the thaw

against seasons that shorten each year

while i sink and forget how to swim

and realize how long has it been since

i have been gobbled alive by ocean waves

tasted the salt the sweat the sun

stood with my feet naked and dirtied

instead of sitting here in slippers

beside window panes screaming shivers

where even the clouds are

falling apart

into the empty black roads

that too will melt

one day

*

know that they

will join the unknown

and only you there

shattered

breaking

wondering what went wrong

will remain

in the now

of always

*

poets bring the universe

into too much when

it was just trying to be

before this now

where things got out of hand

which is why eventually

we had hands

to understand the sentiment

and write poems about it