A CHEAP POEM
Disparity Is Petite
Yet at night sounds get blue
do you think he ponders
no
not at all
how do you know
I listen
and what do you hear
silence
and how does it sound
disparity is petite — in the daylight
yet when the house gets quiet
I hear distant wind, whispers
the floors creaking sounds
shivers travel high
with white sheets and night’s sky
gleaming in my tone, mist blue
as I swallow artificial peace
and I recall the air
moist and rushed
and all of our parts
wrapped like shadows
too parched to yield
I sip all the drops
like a birdie, wide eyes
and visions still hunt me
of my skin examined
finger by finger
where my muscles
my crude, my breath reside
balmy imprints pulse again
on the curves you sketched
curiosity was
your leading trail
so I guess it is nature
if you left for a hunt
craving the unknown — after all
that’s what the broken do
you may not ponder, but I’m cold
how lonely the night is only I know
it’s all familiar, I look at the walls
mist kisses the blue rays again
yet still
disparity is petite
in the daylight
