Poezja

Trying to understand the
impossible, I will
reach for you or your
hidden libido.

Gynaecomastia.
Life span cut short by
despondency. A woman
speaks for sex change.

Poverty of thoughts, and―
death of a theme. It
was the one-way street in a
ghost town.

Something to serve in
the way of courtesy, when
you start imploding
to celebrate the arrival of ash.