I have missed so many things,
and I will continue to miss so much
that they’ll never get us all.
Browsing: poem
I was lingering amidst the skeins of light that fold and shatter between the buildings on George and Pitt. Standing…
the day begins, when the cloud blurs the sun,
brushing off blonde rays from my braids, coloured an ocean,
faggots rise up to the settlers’ dinner on the criminal Zionist’s war table, still warm, walk into the coloniser’s hotel, and set free a revolt, riot, mutiny
wind clatters on old gums of the sandbank
& red dust crescendos on streambeds.
this is yanggu’s orchestra
a] What you’re telling your friends it is, and what your talks are all about…
“When I do not compromise
I am selfish and time-hoarding.
Chair.
Sit.
Adjust.
Adjust the other side.
No, adjust the other side.
the soft hum of waves echo,
washing over my skin, eyes, mind,
as I slip slowly into the depths of dreaming.
sometimes I am a melting icicle
or glacier; tiny slips drip dripping away,
cascading down cold-blooded cheeks.
