Monthly Archives: October 2017

If all was burnt, there would be no flame. 


‪Heat of Venus, 

red dust of Mars.‬

Sky full of metal,

I unhook the stars.‬

Breath passes close,

lips kiss the cold. 

Arms fold over heart,

more young than old. 

One day you were just there. 

Plastic flower

in a mason jar,

I bake mooncakes

for a church bazaar.

Unroll the blunt

before you wish

on a Blue Star.

Keep forest fires

further than far,

You’ve seen a

firefly light

up a glass jar. 

Wind and dust are my companions,

The end of the earth is my home. 

-The Exile