By Ghazal
Guide my hand in a
Written eulogy contented
Of poetry.
In love, we both lack literacy,
We’re flowery on
Soberity’s tomb,
Hammering hearts
Heaving heathen homilies,
Speaking on the rim
Of your lips, in
Heavy hedonistic hymnes,
Hair grapevines, butterflies in
Barrel carcerated in chest’s confine,
I’m no better than an alcoholic.
Headlessly heedless
Drinking
Your heavy liquor gaze
On an empty heart.
Words spun into
Dandelions dancing
Beneath spring sun’s
Restless breath when
Fall leaves. Binding
Songs sung through
Sedated dazes, Stories of
Fallin’ in orange
N’ brown fall leaves,
Each vein
Lines wishes on a
Shooting scar. Let
Days be long enough
To leave my mind
And be. Longing in
A suitcase. Me and poetry,
In your eternal embrace,
Where I belong.