Biko – Page 3 – hudson biko

feel.
the whisper
of the wind.
and the splatter
of the sea.
touch.
the flutter
of the wings.
or the scatter
of the song.
witness.
the sky
as it breaks.
for days
on end.

take in.
all
of the ways.
the earth feels.
and ache

the room with the red walls

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cover the rooms
in scars.
leave your sadness
on the mirrors.
paint
the walls
in crimson.
swallow your
h(u/ea)rt
whole

presenting my second chapbook, the room with the red walls:

get it on gumroad

get it from select stores

a few excerpts:

we were sitting
on the dinner table.
listening to the songs.
the words
wove
off the curve
of the glass.
the sun was low.
the room
was bright.
the shatter
was quiet
//
it was summer

there is a way
the sky
sheds
its grief
that
i
am longing for
//
set

do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine.
because
it is so dark
//
hope

missed you all. missed this. deeply.

–

bubbling

September 11, 2019 Biko2 Comments

quiet seas

at high tides.

rocky shores

for sidewalks.

waves that

break

at stratums

of pulsing veins.

listen

to the ache

for a feeling

never

seen.

touch

the fear

that

rumbles

between