Crooked places


image by Senju Hime

Crooked places
and we need love
with broken faces
Eyes that bulge
and sweat with salt
what i was
Then who im not
And all our little gypsy thoughts
The stray ones we once were
I wander bus stop
Catching tongues
Tripping wires
Of scents that burn
Time snaps it's fingers
Distant mess
A ringing phone
is in distress
The purse of lips
with smoke
Cloud in the air
For all chalk people
Wander here
Beneath the brook
Of trees that sit
A sky is dimmed
With grey scales lit
The cheese of day
Electric Night
And all our little Gypsy thoughts
Voices hiding in armpit soil

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