Tonight Is A Secret Poem by max pike

tonight is a secret
but i want to say something
yesterday still knock this city's dry face
the point is the sky made of blues
tonight, you are knocking my mouth, softly
beyond the edges of my mind, slowly
i can smell you
as a warm air passing by always
you grow from my face like a eyerash
did you ever bloom there as i wish?
or did my eyes wink you to piece?
or dropp on the lonely street with your silence?
tonight, the air is a dog
people need a deep breath
trying to get out from the heavy fog
i remember you
you can't find your bone with your sharp claws
in the empty beer cans
or any can
the dandelions planted in the corner are flying again
fllow the track of black dark
they rise
like billons black hats
yelling my name off from stars
i can find you
in the telescope i made
figure out the coin how to land on which side
tonight is still a secret