free clinging tears
to the depths
of space,
shedding bricks from
outgrown bodies to return
light to homeland’s
fading face,
scratch out all names,
hold the lessons, but
erase what’s past,
wipe my
kiss
++++
from the flat black glass
no clear eye will
miss.
Preachy Grumples
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en
*Poem loosely inspired by “flat black glass” reference in song above, by a very talented, intelligent and underappreciated Canadian band..
Wolf Parade.
