Transit
I’m in transit
Travelling the earth,
Heaven
And hell
Of your mind’s eye
Carrying in my womb
Your long English lines that
Walk.
And Run.
And Dive.
And Breathe with me.
Words in your garden of forbidden tree.
See, I am fascinated
Picking and biting your unsaid poetry that
Manifest itself in social interaction.
I can’t get no satisfaction
Wanting more of you.
Every single day.
In my hand is a ticket
And now for a trip to go all the way to blissful eternity
Forget everything else but my memory that resides in the
Smoke that surrounds you
The window of your eyes has given me full view
It doesn’t matter that my lungs are weak
I can only let my heart bleed.
-Kooky Tuason