bohemian poet

If you touch me
with your skeletal fingers
I have no choice
but to be

If you choose
to be this high
I have no alternative
but to be

Now that I’m
your last
in your bohemian
will you
marry the cosmos?

How can
the feeling
of being
the spark
that fulminates
the entire
worthless world?

3 thoughts on “powder

  1. the first stanza from this poem carries the whole meaning. when a powder sparks another revolution of this seemingly worthless existence. can revolution change the world in its spin for a new order? where worthlessness becomes a foreign word only belonging to the archaic?

  2. the emphasis on “seemingly” is very important. This is not just a matter of suicidal deliberations, but of unmasking the world.

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