today the mask of the sky fell off
and just for a moment
I saw the gear angles
blinded by the ratcheting days
tears oiling the grounded seasons
scythe wings cutting days
in a sky hemorrhagic
cerise curtain dropping
then they looked at me
moon eye
sun eye blank
looking at them
and a low hum vibrated
like bees that were stirred and sound
incantatory and accusative
and I knew I should
have looked away
but it was too late to pretend
that it was not broken and bleeding
price to be paid very soon
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2019 19:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Very negative - sorry.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
May the hallucinations of your negative thoughts be dispersed to show the glory of the Universe.
Clever write Jon.
Thank you.
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