stonepoem : poems & poetry

I am the sigh

only lovers hear

listen

I am layers

stretched between indigo

see

I am scent

on powder wind

breathe

I am the question

always longing -

answer,

me.

Heads up,
it’s a bad moon day
I woke up late
teeth like slate
must be all
the stress I ate
think I’ll choose
another fate
a bell was wrung
a clock was wrong
my zombie state
my crawling heart
each step a guess
too late
and now I’m looking for
another gate.
Heads up,
six-thirty’s eight
and truth won’t wait
now trussed in toil
like chess piece bait
I think I’ll lose
this course debate
the well is stung
the locks stay strong
on busted crates
I’ll lose this haul
with fumbling hold
too late -
I think I’ll fight
but without hate.
Heads up,
it’s a bad moon day
but all should know -
you and I
can still be
great.