Alexzia Ferdinand Poems

in his
minute wind
leave dark bruises
grow wild
...

how you
have run all off
blue clouds and steam
train tracks carry
...

shots in the darkness
noone hears a sound
yet a, some, thing,
being captured
...

it's
a stack of singles, iron filings,
paint chips, metal scrapings,
lint balls, pebbles,
...

float away-
that's what i'll do.
nothing earthshattering
just put myself at the river's mercy
...

shockwave after sparking
shockwave
i have sat blind through this story
thrilled with hair standing on end
...

full yet
when day and he were
wasted away
from use and seeing
...

there is a house
with the lights always on.
i drive past frequently
and wonder if they
...

we are the hummingbirds
that said to hell with it
and sang anyway.
...

she's twirling drunkenly
again
and air smells of sweeter smoke.
she's telling me about
...