simoom freestyle

Impatient poetry

wandering for a home

thoughts precipitate

gentle patter upon dome

in the violet dusk

sifting memories with a comb

imagined messages merging 

and blending just like chrome

where I've really flown

riding a camel across deserts

words like glass is blown

crystallize so everything said hurts

were my eyes better I'd never 

let her blow from my sight 

side of the road a kite

shadows shed from a little light

a little bite can shred an existence 

a cold night can make bed out of distance

I see a theatre where two memories kissed in

a trashy book where lovers lives were wished in

burnt leaf smoke

the simoom of a kif toke

it returns like relief jokes

time runs like a beat yolk

here we are

stretch out of darkness covered in tar

lives like licks from flames covering char

matter preserved our minds stuck in a jar

exhaust from a car hangs for a moment

there we are

there we are

forgive my impatience

the matter rarely lingers like a fragrance

if not grasped it won't stay

hence

I'll say what I say

then go my way

whence

I came

two eyes

never the same

I hear voices in the rain

in the distance there's a train

here we are