I.
there is a woman
who stays
in me
she finds
the city of a man
I keep her entertained
in blindspot motel
translations of death
for the softening body
of dreams
in me
she finds
salvation breeding
wings devalued
into tentacle stares
she asks, “are you the same as you are yesterday? ”
and I becomes a noise
that walks
we are married in sin
infinite fonts
for fire's eyes
will burn the eggs
lost by voices
heard to be continued
she is the sky wrapped around me
moving trees
sheared of law
smoked of vision
key-chained to life
baiting memory
she brings the world
through a window
to re-live escape
II.
faced with escaping
one dream for the next
a visiting moonshine
spreads like apple butter
across tenement pores
my heart is a strong dark city
voices fixing my roads and
beasts need the sports page
so I can capture me
exactly where the city
outside is the visitor
then sold as is
at the world's last auction
tornado sirens will signal
to everyone sitting in envelopes
shivering in the mouth
of the sunshine
exploding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many great lines in this interesting write. Very well written