An Unsure Diffidence
June 23, 2023 in English Poetry
Loud as lightning, I can go on howling
Whether it’s honey or bruit,
my voice.
I can flash neon pink across my cheeks
-figuringWalking like I skate,
My body knows no shame
Then why can’t my mind unwind?
DistraughtMy lips experience drought
There flows a sirocco of dead words,
And salty saliva floods,
A lick and a smack take the taste away.
An electricity colored shell remains,
minus the spark,
The biggest one with the biggest hole inside.
The matryoshka sits,
The world sees her
courtly
beautiful
shallow
hollow,
with the ghost of her thoughts sitting denied.