WASHED my hair
cleansed my spirit
i last smoked days ago
last drank a few
minutes ago // laid
feet of brick between
you and me \\
and THUNDER/LIGHTNING\
shaking ground — it was
cold in the middle ring of
time and the frown from
other-worldly corporate
entities: and I KNEW there
was not a letter from YOU:::||||
while i was building our house
and i felt you’ve been confused
_fauna\beetles and dragon flies
so fight fight fight — remove
them! Like when you told me
as you kissed me. I kissed the
rippling distortion of time-space
you are. God give me
strength. I bite.
:: 08.06.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 