Poems from Symaniblue
She hurt like the moon at the break of day
abandonded by the stars
hidden by the sky.
This is my cancer,
painted brown against my veins
pumping like gasoline
fueling me,
excreting
a false sense of hope into my lungs
second...
We were chain smokers
without the cigarettes,
the fucked generation,
top hats for change,
nickels and dimes,
pennies and progressivism....
Your fire hinders my glow
it showers on my drizzle,
and lessens me so.
I was your wick
once long ago
but now I am left,
nothing but melted...
Time croaks
like broken alarm clocks
and aged bull frogs.
Life seems to be some monotonous joke,
finding just the right time
for God to pop...