Friday, 2 October 2020

Friday Night Poetry Slam

Theme: Wonder

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When I was a child I thought the stadium lights

Were UFO aliens circling in the night

I spoke as a child-- I thought that the moon chased us

Blocks overs boulevards, steady keeping our paces

I hid from the moonlight, like the sign of the devil

I blind it with the lamplight, the trees and the castles

now I see everything here inside cipher

Like moonlight cut thru the slit windows of lifers

Swift wings on a feather just doing my number

Screwing my eyes up an calling it slumber

All of my agendas invoke beauty as weapons

All of my pretenders spoke truer than Athens

how would it be if I’d never opened my mouth

flower of the sea, son of the south

The silence deafens--

Virus 2020, masked up like a felon

The dialectics of living and death

Seemingly heaviest

Leaving home, never a choice

Neither was effortless

Clever boy-- tracing my hair with her finger

Sever ties with a truce, hand on my neck like the winger

Wings were a luxury, I speak to apostrophe

I lean to the winds when I leave in apostasy



Submitted October 03, 2020 at 02:21AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/33oOzd9

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