Dragons in the Sky

weight of the world
is pilling up
on notepads
chasing poems
taking dragons from the sky
and calling it normal

weight of the world
is pilling up
on recycling bins
community building
2012
Armageddon
and molasses in my throat

weight of the world
falls at my feet
I can’t pick it up
I won’t pick it up

I’m just too damn short

Because they are hungry
I am lost
and all the crying
can’t stop my dying

My death
stews in weight of this world
and my death
will be the breath of
giving into this weight

I can’t feel my toes
freezing hands
remember when my lips weren’t blue
and you asked me to remember
a touch
I’ve framed and
hung as alter

hope I still have
of when my lover
let the vowels
in name
sing to him
when dreaming
meant
knowing him

and I know why they fall from sky scrappers
bridges
needles fill poison
glass pipes
become bandage
I know
and I can’t save them

But I do own dragons
harness fire
cut gravity
cut monotony
machette haiku
until your lies
makes sense

So I laugh at the tramp stamp
I never had designed
for lack of wit
and too much common sense

So I laugh at when they say I
simply
can’t

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