4 posts tagged “poetry”
I carry a kiss wherever I go
Exes scrawled in secret
where only I would know to look.
It is and it isn't
nothing and everything.
By Malcolm Bullough
My Blessing
Upon Swansea City Centre Bus-Station
Imprisoned space,
stagnant,
old,
no longer hollering to cast-off your chains:
may the night-stars glimmer on your broken head,
and the dew of the dawn anoint your desolate floor.
I used your toothbrush
to feel closer to you; I
hope you do not mind.
© Basheera Khan
