APATHY

Empty
Cups of my hands
Anything I might have had
Leaked between my fingers
Before I caught
The breath

My hairs are still long
And living their own life
Despite mine
Entangled around my neck
They are a threat

I walk in rhymes
Walking the lines
Of words

Fingers draw my thoughts over the air
My toes utter them
Inside a shoe
Blue…
(And suede
I would swear)

My handbag – The Collected Moods and
Snatched Rubbish–Poems
Of words that I’ve borrowed

There are Perfumes
With long-lasting scent of Beliefs
Yesterday’s pictures
Clovers with fourth leaf attached
As such
And Prayers for Tomorrow

Golden Fishes
Suffocated with my listless views
That they’d swallowed...