the bleached patch of sky
offers no glimmer of hope.
blue as my sad mood.
3 sheets
cover the blue night
with day’s tattered and torn sheet.
whisper lullabies.
breeze tease
the warmth is inside.
too hot for the smiling sun.
the breeze keeps hiding.
here meneer
earth’s shongololo
i smell you in the damp soil.
but you are not here.
sky flute
in a metal tube
skipping upon the blue lube.
a can full of rubes.
where you from?
the simulation.
alien civilization.
the lizard nation.