DARTS
ask me when i'm a rocket
to find signs of life in a desolate waste
she is origin of my ribless cage
silver blanket of space debris
lights up at night
there is anything in the universe
there is a bed here
i don't own a god damn thing
not a map
not shoes
not yr hand to hold
as i become sky
or my crushed planet
orbits yr body
i am too far to say distance traveled
is a way to say goodbye
to the source
that pierces through infinite black
ask me when i'm a rocket
to find signs of life in a desolate waste
she is origin of my ribless cage
silver blanket of space debris
lights up at night
there is anything in the universe
there is a bed here
i don't own a god damn thing
not a map
not shoes
not yr hand to hold
as i become sky
or my crushed planet
orbits yr body
i am too far to say distance traveled
is a way to say goodbye
to the source
that pierces through infinite black
1 comment:
Whiskey is, indeed, for friends. I like to either go out and have some with my best buddies, or to invite them inside and just drink, mix some recipes in my whiskey still and simply have a good time remembering all the nice times spent together. Nice poem, too.
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