seaboyman ~ poetry

Reforge

In a steep smelter- I pour my silver dreams slowly-

And before it weaponises- I fill a pond with it-

No more paper boats monsoon borne will rise come rain-

Because my dreammelt takes too much space-

I make big rocks float- sour grass sink- the floor and speed

Are my neighbour's cat- the memories of failure go to her

Garden and begin their house without consulting me-

Her shadow mails me a complaint letter- I set up a meeting-

She comes- sometimes ahead sometimes away sometimes after-

I slash her asunder from misery- (because I had- without telling

Anyone- reforged the sword from my dream)- I Arthur it out

Of her shadow skull- for the human limit is only a butterfly dream.

~Ajay

24/2/19