how have you last looked at love
was it with thick holes then radiance
the rushing against the arms of the hairy wind
were there worn whispers
you there naked chaos
telling this worried world
that sometimes a sunflower must shine
brighter than the sun that feeds it
who held the stem of your stomach
who gazed from the carpet of red
between your thirsty tired legs
to know that what is tasted now is bad then
to feel the drink of dead green at your throat
only for a few seconds of a pause too long
what do you see with your ballooning pupils gazing upwards
besides that holy madonna
and the toilets she squated on
squawking moaning praying
against a drying horizon
for a groping rain
oh god oh god
what i have done
it is the mud that will slide in
when one is not
I just love your poems especially the one where you are in Spain. Keep up the good work.
too kind – will do!
First, thank you for your visit to Walking by Inner Vision today! Second, I look forward to reading a lot MORE of your work! Breathless.
Happy to stop and read more of your work!