expressway
cold air black air accompany steel birds
climbing in yellow wingtips tracing
a short path flying to distant home
now like a cave ready to swallow bone
and fabric in whole if the mind
takes a trip to nowhere exactly
the way such a last journey
should be and ends maybe.
P.S.: I think this is really unlike my previous works.
bared
no reason not to believe unless
not wanting to, this deed
like a flip of leaf in the wind
shredding the sun for a moment,
quick but blind peeling
at a heart ripe for your picking:
you have bared it all.
P.S.: This one reveals my persisting issue: There is no link between some of the lines.
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