wispy masts
floating sails,
white and puffy galleons,
roaming the afternoon
skycaravels, brigantines, barques
the greatest aerial regatta
you've ever seen:
a kingdom of
milk marble cloudsbeneath the sky,
are two girls
underarm passing
a volleyball,
there's a young boy
riding on roller skateson the second storey
of a nearby building
a chubby topless
man with a face
like a worn leather chairhe takes out his
pipe and puffs
out a ring --
creating
another fleet
of tiny vessels,they sail out
across the pastel
blue sky,
avoiding the
curving arc
of the volleyball.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )