you're reading...
Spaghetti knots

cy

down down

that lonely road

pruned with the stale blood of the cold cats

already struck on the street

 

why is it that

i must fall in love with the moon

and the unreachable

 

they come for the fences first

bold barriers to people like me

those who will select the right perfect colour of the wood

only to strangle under night half of the time

 

i can hear one aiming its ass

to piss on the stars

i listen to another dying under a large willow

where i used to hide as a child

 

here at my feet that have stepped on bugs unknowingly

a wild cat has found a nest

unlike the bright bird that is now

flying still in a mouth

 

this that can kill the man

the electric fur concluding civilization in a pat

the possible jungle found in each bowl reached for

the terror tongue that will lick my hand

like meat

 

it looks up at me

with ocean eyes that fear water

giving a glance i will mistake for contentment

before it

loved in my lap

tangled in my thighs

scratches my leg

and watches my blood pour

life

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

Discussion

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: