Monday, August 11, 2014

My Bright Sun

My brazen skill is better off shut up
I don't recognize the salesman in me
So close the door when you hear you're the blue
               the sky shapes my tongue
Stars never baptized have no name
There's no holy water to pour from clouds
Away from windows you are my bright sun

(10-11 August 2014)

copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander

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