Flick by flick you hum somebody else
– (my joints can’t take it)
Across floating cotton wools and dandelion desserts
– (taking slow steps to the place where the only color you see
is the monochrome of melody, and songs, and wings battering)
Wind blew the feeling away
– and you’re stuck with your mouth open, how attractive
Left you hanging
Five breaths away
From the pooling of the salt
That would’ve painted my face.
I can’t believe I posted this. Here’s the mini Post-It-Poem I told you about in my previous post. Edited it a bit but I think I still prefer the one in my mini-notebook. Still I think it’s nice.
P.S. I am so totally procrastinating someone shoot me.