Under the Bare Soles
whether you'll write just one address
on the road never guessed. When would it
raises sharp pointed exactly
on bare soles
this was still yesterday
we stand in the midst of the fire
you ignite. Your anger
so that wouldn't leave the rest
when the morning we completed
let's play at the end of the ragged
childhood. Running into the sky cracks
and this mouth you brought
couldn't told a thing as a mark
it should
has removed
when we were stuck in the road number
that never was
let's make a night the orange
before you pull me from the calendar numbers
embark on a journey of the same
which always ends up being the carcass
in an ambush pointy under bare soles
Copyright © Yunizar Nassyam | Year Posted 2012
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