CONDITION OF MY HEART – EXTRACTED FROM NIGHT FLUTES: A BOOK OF POETRY

Thought that was really you; prowling the alley like a panther, walking your façade.

I get so high I can even see the aliens in the trees.

They are watching me.

These are your lies, you left them here.

Your show was alluring, posh & demure.

A mamba snake I follow to the shores of midnight.

The witching hour draws near.

3am.

A shadow falls on my body shaped like the soul of an old tree, dripping like black wax on sun burnt grass.

I thought it was you & then realized it was the condition of my heart

 

Copyright © 2019 by Adrian Calloo
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