Smashing vases of utter
Harmony, in the petrol of a
Misty monday morning...
I hear a sigh.
Beside me she sits,
Cross legged and beautiful,
Like a winter with no horizons,
A beat that hammered the veins
Into a drunken stupor
Heat rising like moss through her eyes
And twirling it shrunk to a single note.
Life catches up to me in a single compass
And it feels unfair
Watching me build a bridge
With stones of corruption
And beams of empty country pity.
Wheels scratch the thin ice of reality,
And she leaves,
Her legs faster than my mind, and
Turning faster than breath
She faded into my broken mirror.
And so, I exhale, sinking back into my cushion,
The smoke from my lungs twirling in
Black and black,
And away it goes.