in a town of graveyards and fields of jasmine
there are women with chemical names,
poets who plot murders every night
and gangs of dirty rats with angry faces
there are men with guilty hands
that swallow razorblades,
touch skeletons into living bodies
and always look for a tender place to sink their teeth into
there are birds falling like the sun when it sets
and hungry people that swallow bad things
there are beautiful trees in midsummer purple evenings
and you with your head held underwater
there is a girl in the corner
with fire in her hair and kaleidoscope eyes
that knows how to keep boys in their knees
her mouth is a shipwreck, an oracle
in a town of graveyards and fields of jasmine
there are empty rooms and ugly suburbs
there are heinous medusas and black lizards
and just one single angel standing in the sea of dust
YOU ARE READING
your glorious indifference
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] [an ode to the things that make me want to spit blood and call it poetry] copyright 2019
