Brownsville Jail-- Mar. 12, 1952
The empty steel bunk
above me
has many holes
drilled in it
Through which the
ceiling is sky
Scratched pornography
for stars
Sweet
incredibly innocent
star bodies
The position of the hands
the give away
of love
Poems on the topic: sky
Poems on the topic “sky” on Poets.by.
Looking Out for Myself
i look out for myself like a cushion
run over by a taxicab in a rain forest
the sky forming the top half of a sandwich
of radiation and gooseflesh hung up on poles to dry
all this is because an angel tripped over
a roller skate i left on the front porch of my childhood
where always the metallic savor of bees kept
boring a hole in the crucifix
i slept in my alternate selves until i got hungry
i measured the span between hunger and sunday dinner
the distance was overwhelming and full of fish
i turned on the radio and got caught up in emotions
but the strange thing is whatever i heard
seemed realer on the inside than the outside
i imagined the ground was racing to stay in one place
I Want You
i want you
under open sky
the sun in your
forehead & spread hair
the grass around your thighs
making no mistakes
of roundness
i want you in
water & the air
i want you
as long as there is
ocean
on the same earth
i want the
feel of under you
a planet
One AM in a graveyard
Red hued coloured skies
The bronze horizons twinkle
Skeletal branches
The Moon
Once I wanted to take the moon out of the the sky and keep it,
Because I thought it was pretty.
I reached up to grab it,
But it was to far away.
I tried and I tried,
But nothing seemed to work.
Then one day I realised,
That you don't need to hold something to find its true beauty.
Blue Eyes
I once colour a white paper with just shades of blues.
I then grew up with my favourite colour, blue.
The sky is blue,
The blue Butterfly Pea Flower is blue,
And so does the tea.
I then dream of a girl,
Who had the most rarest shade of blue eyes.
I wish she was here,
Just because of her blue eyes.
I hope that girl,
Was real.
I just wanted to be friends with her,
Forever.
Run.
Running to stand still,
When you look up
Do you see the blue sky of what might be?
Or the darkness of what never will?
Do you see me?
You ask me to not run away...
But I'm already gone.
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another blue colored heart,
another gray colored sight.
with skies portrayed in square,
i start to compare,
a dense love;
a heavy loss;
each different clouds;
each different bounds.
with skies pictured by hand,
i comprehend,
a breathless day;
a price to pay;
a crave to forget
a massive regret.
Fragmentary Blue
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
Canis Major
The great Overdog,
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye,
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I’m a poor underdog,
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.
At the Roof Line
At the roof line
blue sky windows reveal
wishes only.
Hokku 7
The far-away sky,
The white billow in distance,
And the expanse of Life and World.
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