Tag: art

i’ve been groping for a candle
to melt the blue night away,
a flame on a riverbed you
float above while you hungrily scour
the banks for a heart to stitch you name on.

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some permanency i assumed
flakes off the wall i wait behind.
this acrid affection dripping off my chin
can’t be wrung out

in a seashell.
or a pillow.
or a glass bottle.

dried blood on a screw meets
a fresh tide at daybreak.

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most candles simply exhale
the vignette of you but
tomorrow will come only if i
melt the blue night away.

—

a dusty tune starts to soak
the air as i
continue my search.