Poetry Weekly – Kei Patrick

Bazaar.

We aar we aar

bazaar bazaar

we cannot help but

lose time lose it

whatever we aar

we do bazaar

………things.

The best weather is when it rains,

inside, at night,

a storm, white noise

pouring in the brain,

white noise pouring me

into silence, into sleep.

Where is your beloved? Angel

They found you in the snow Angel

When they picked you up you Angel

Were cold, but you warmed their hands Angel

……………………………………………………….Angel

What are you thinking about? Angel

I think I know you, Angel