i
sniffling in morning mist,
I held daybreak
between fingers and puffed tendrils of
yolk visions
ii
as the sea
lulls back and forth like butter
on pan to smear
lies into breakfast
iii
thunder rumbling
inside my belly,
I golfed down bottles
of marmalades,
painting canvases in sicken yellow
iv
the guitar strings
cut deep sonnets into fingertips
as my blood bled blue;
scream
v
and the rain
bellowed magnified thoughts
into the silence
as I puffed
smokes
into greys
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Ink Stains
PoetryA collection of musings from my heart that doesn't stick to a certain genre but mostly writes on heartbreak, depression, sadness, loneliness... of course masked under heavy abstract and metaphorical imageries. It might not be your simple poem to...
